CHAPTER 4

NOAH

I was just putting away the rags when I heard his voice behind me.

“Noah.”

I turned, heartbeat jumping.

Silas stood there, wiping his hands with slow movements. His shirt was half unbuttoned, collar loose. Grease on his forearms. That look in his eyes.

Dangerous.

“Y-Yeah?” I asked.

“Come help me get something in the storage room.”

Storage room.

My mouth went dry. “Okay.”

I followed him, legs still a little wobbly from yesterday. My mind was racing — was he mad again? Was he gonna say something about that guy earlier?

The second I stepped into the storage room, I knew.

Boxes stacked to the ceiling....