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 ...