Lord Aurelius looked around, found Marcus nearby and beckoned on him. “Stop them!” He ordered. “Tell the officials to stop the bonding process at once!”
Marcus nodded and hurried down from the gallery. He shoved his way past two officials carrying clipboards.
“Out of the way,” he barked.
The corridor was packed with guards, runners snd officials leaning over the balcony to watch the arena floor. Marcus didn't bother slowing down. Syf had to jog to keep up, her leather scabbard slapping against her hip as she dodged a runner carrying a tray of empty oil cups.