Right as the little Glass child leapt out of the darkness, someone crept up behind us and pressed a knife to Eisley’s neck. Eisley screamed, and I shoved the unknown assailant back. Everyone turned to see Spencer falling on his ass, clutching the large knife, and howling with laughter. Without another thought, I lurched forward and raised my fist. He tried to get back up, but I shoved him and threw myself against him. Getting him onto his back, I raised my fist again. “You think that’s fucking funny?” I shouted and swung my fist at his nose.