“Stop!” Ean shouted, throwing away the element of surprise in hopes of distracting Michael long enough to do something.
Michael stopped. Then he spun around in surprise. His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?” He demanded.
It was time for plan E. Of course, Ean just scowled at that suggestion and started with plan A, anyway.
“Um, I’m Rachel’s date for the evening,” Ean said. “So, if you don’t mind, I’ll just untie her and we’ll be on our way, okay?”
Michael stared at Ean in utter, uncomprehending disbelief.
“What.” That was all that the necromancer managed to vocalize.
“Yeah,” said Ean as he edged forward. Then, as though it might help his case, he added: “We’re already late for dinner.”