Brian had been only about half listening, doing what he could to make sure Khaat was alright when he keyed in on Jack saying his brother was fixated on Khaat.
"Wait a minute. Say that again? He's fixed on Khaat?" Brian was alert now to the conversation. "Oh no, no, no. I'm not having any of that."
"You might not have a choice for now," Robert said. "He looked like at her like he'd never seen a woman before."
"That does not make me feel any better," Brian scowled. He looked at Khaat. "Did he hurt you?"
"He's the one who clubbed her in the head, Mate," Angus said.
"He's got a funny way of showing affection, then," Brian said, reaching over and taking Khaat's hand. Khaat didn't want him to be upset, but she didn't seem to have any control of that at the moment. She didn't relish Jack's brother touching her hair either. "I'll take care of him, Khaat," Brian told her quietly.
"No," Robert said, "You won't. He's bigger than Jack--taller and more muscular."
"Can't be. Jack's big enough as it is. If this guy is bigger, that would make him freight train sized," Brian said.
"Yeah, pretty much," Angus said. "That's about right. I don't think any one of us could possibly take him but Jack--in a brawl, I mean. Wands do tend to even things out, but still, you're outmatched with him, my friend. Jack, your brother does seem to be a bit...different. He was willing to feed us to the spiders and he's never even met us. What was that all about? Got a clue? Does he always hate strangers? Or is it something about us in particular?"
"It may well be that he hates us because we've taken up with Jack or simply because we're human," Robert said. "Or both. I'm sorry you were put in the position of having to battle your own brother, Jack, but, still, you more than proved your worth to us. I haven't a single complaint. That was a job well done."
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