Edward was looking around. He wasn't seeing any sign of any thestrals or of the kids or anything else, but an uneasiness was building. Something wasn't right. And then he began to smell flowers.
"You smell that?" Edward asked Ruby. "That was Caprice's favorite scent. Something isn't right. We're not where we need to be. We need to head towards Jack and Angus. She'd only be trying to alert us if we needed to be doing something. Grab hold. We need to go west in a hurry." He reached out his hand to her so they could apparate to the longhouses.
As Jessie and Marcus were standing on the edge of the hole and Jessie picked up on the scent of werewolf, something made the hair on the back of Marcus's neck stand straight up, and he shivered. He turned to his left, and there, standing in the moonlight was a full-on solid looking apparition of Caprice Donohue in full mission wear.
"Jessie! Look! It's Angus' gran. He's in trouble, sure as the world," Marcus said, feeling terror in his veins now because he was certain Jack and Angus were in trouble. "Where, Caprice? Where is he?" She spun around, her arm extending straight as any compass needle and she pointed to the northwest. Marcus knew the only thing in that direction was the edge of the cliff. "Jesus," Marcus gasped, not waiting on Jessie, he sprinted, running through the woods in the dark as fast as his legs would carry him.
"I'm tired," James hissed at Angus. "You know that? I'm tired of you stupid humans cheating me out of what is rightfully mine. Not a one of you is worth the glue it takes to hold your cells together. So, you know what? You won't hand over what belongs to me, so I'm going to start taking what belongs to you." He grabbed Sam and dragged him over and dropped him on the ground at his feet. "I'll start with these two, and then I'm going to get rid of the rest of them, one by one or en masse--whatever it takes. I'll take your kids and then...." Angus saw him grabbing up Anise, and he saw James' eye glaze over. James was going to kill, and Angus knew it full well.
"James, no. No, not my kids," Angus said, going closer, slowly, step by step, hoping to strike a bargain, watching James look at him incredulously. Here was one of Robert's top fighters, offering to take the place of his kids, offering to make himself a sacrifice in hopes that his kids would live. It was something James couldn't begin to understand, and it completely distracted James, making him focus in on Angus instead of anyone else there. "Let them go," Angus told James calmly and steadily, dropping his wand on the ground and raising his hands in an unarmed surrender. "Look, they're just kids. They don't have the power to give you what you want. I'll make you a trade. Them for me. Take me, Take me instead...."
Marcus could hear Angus begging James to let the kids go and to take him instead. Marcus knew James just too damned well. There was no reasoning or bargaining with a madman. The fact was that James killed because he enjoyed doing it. James was never going to bargain with anyone, and hearing Angus trying it made Marcus sharply aware of his job duties to keep Angus safe. If there was any power under heaven that could make Marcus move faster, this was it. Angus wasn't going to do this, not on Marcus's watch. He raced forward just as Angus was trying to offer himself to James, and Marcus made one quickly calculated leap and he tackled Angus to the ground, covering Angus's body with his own.