Ian struck me with darting force throwing me off balance. I crawled to his side, ignoring his evil laughter. He dropped him on the floor, raising his jaw.
He moved to the staircase, looking at us. I crawled to his side. Blood had accumulated at the corner of his mouth but he still managed to breath out a few words, "W-Why d-did you come here", coughing.
"Your wound..", I muttered. It was looking worse than before. My eyes became teary at the sight. Ian was about to grab my neck, but Max held his hand, staring at him with daring eyes.
"How lovely...I've waited for this day for 18 annoying years...where is it "?! Ian echoed turning to me with a triumph smirk. "And you...am sure you can help me...spill the beans"! He began, taking a knife from the table.
He placed Max in front of him, while he struggled to get his hands off him, and pointed the knife on his neck.