"Quack! Quack! Quack!"
"Will you shut up? I will fix this!" The whine was back in Brad's voice.
Charlie grabbed Adam's arm. "We have to do something." His voice was desperate, his eyes wide. "He's going to kill her. Even if he doesn't mean to, he has no clue what he's doing."
The duck was flying circles around her cage, beating her body against the bars and quacking like mad. Brad flipped through the pages of the book in front of him, muttering in a different language and wildly gesturing like he was about to take out his own eye.
"Can't argue with you there," Adam said. "But what can we do? That's the throne room, it's built for security. There are almost no ways in or out, and they're all totally exposed. Brad will see us coming even before we can get close."
"Quack! Quack quack! Qu
