Suddenly it felt like I was in a western. We all looked at one another, ready to react to whoever was going to draw their weapon first. Blake was nowhere to be seen. I assumed he was still just outside the door, listening to all this, maybe, hopefully, recording it. It would be good if we had some evidence to show just how sick and twisted these guys are. Max started to move towards James, like banding together would make them stronger, but he stopped in his tracks when I held the knife out in front of me and yelled, "don't move!"
"You're not a killer, Noah, just put the knife away," Max smirked cockily.
"You really know that, do you?"
James tutted as if he was bored before he spoke. "Deal with him, will you, Max? He's getting on my nerves."
As I looked back at Max, his face had chang
