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leaving, Noah shoved another stand to the ground, glass scattering across the hallway. Broden threw his hands in the air, but his splint forced his one arm down.
    I pushed my back to the wall and clutched my bag . Noah’s demeanor had flipped from strange, nice guy to threatening bully in seconds, and I had seconds to react. I grasped my bag, felt for my knife, and slipped it out as the boys fought.
    Broden held himself back, but he shouted, “You’re going to get us killed.”
    “Not if you give me the tomo,” Noah threatened.
    At the sound of the drug’s name, my fingers tightened on the knife’s grip.
    “Give it, and I’ll leave,” Noah continued with his back to me. He always had his back to me. “They’ll never come after you.”
    Broden held his ground. “They’ll kn ow you were here,” he promised.
    I couldn’t worry about who “they” were. It didn’t matter if it were drug dealers or the government because it was probably both.
    Noah waved his arms around the broken room. “Don’t you think they would’ve arrived by now?” he tested.
    Broden shook . “My parents—”
    “Aren’t coming home for another three hours,” Noah finished confidently. “Don’t think I was dumb enough to forget to look into your life before coming here.”
    Broden didn’t react, as if stalking was the perfectly normal, maybe even the expected, thing to do, but my blood pressure rose. Apparently, he had already known Broden would be home. He didn’t need me to tell him that. He didn’t need me to take him at all. Why he had come to me was beyond me, but there was a reason, and I had fallen blindly into his plan, but I could see my way out already. I just had to wait for the opportunity.
    “Where are the drugs ?”
    Broden shook his hand, “Just get out.” His voice was consumed with sympathy instead of anger, acceptance instead of vengeance.
    I watched, planning my attack, as the boys erupted into argument . Broden moved toward him. Noah shifted, and his peripherals were even out of my sight. He wouldn’t see me coming. Not in his sober state. Not without tomo.
    Before either of the boys knew what happened, I kic ked Noah in the back of the leg, knocking him off balance. His forehead smacked the doorway, and he fell down. I landed my foot on his ankle and held my knife to his throat. He didn’t even have time to grab his head.
    Noah was completely dazed.
    I wanted to order him to leave and never return. I wanted to call the police, call Phelps himself, and learn exactly who this boy was. I wanted to guarantee the government arrested him for everything he had ever done, and I wanted my life to return to normal, without him in it, and I wanted him to know that. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I could only concentrate on the feel of the blade in my hand and how coarse my breathing had become.
    A red mark appeared on Noah’s forehead, but it was the fear in his eyes that I saw. His pupils were dilated, and he tried to hold his unnerving breath, but it escaped out of his shaking bottom lip. He, suddenly, didn’t seem capable of danger at all.
    I heard Broden step toward me before he spoke, “Sophia—”
    “He needs to leave,” I spat, locked on Noah.
    His shocked demeanor had shifted, but not enough. His lips had pulled into a smirk, but it still shook. His eyes were glaring, but his brow was twitching. His finger curled, but his hands weren’t in fists. He wanted to be calm, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t in control. I was.
    “I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with, Sophie,” Noah whispered.
    My anger increased with the nickname he used so casually. He didn’t know me. He wasn’t my friend. He had no right to have a nickname for me, let alone use one.
    “I don’t care who I’m d ealing with. I don’t want to deal with you at all,” I retorted, watching his only confidence crumble. “You’re lucky I’m not having Broden call the police.” I moved the knife back, but not by