Brad whipped around, looking up at Sean, who was towering over him.
"Marcus!" Brad growled and reached back to swing at him, but Sean was too quick, "how the hell are you in here?!"
He grabbed Brad's wrist and spun it to twist it behind his back.
"It's Sean," I corrected.
Brad's eyes grew ten sizes as he watched me sit there, calm and collected as Justinian stepped out from behind Sean, walked over to me, and began undoing my shackles.
"I had a chat with the secretary out front," said Justinian with a cheeky grin, "for some reason, she was quite eager to let us ambush you."
Brad growled, thrashing in Sean's grip. He looked furious, but as I rose to my feet and walked over to Sean, a look of horror washed over his face.
"Rilian broke the spell…." he mumbled, looking to the door, he looked as if he were about to shout to warn the King, but Sean slapped his hand over his mouth.