I shivered so hard, my hands loosened their hold on Mase's arm.
Deep inhales pressed to the cracks in the door. Like they were sniffing us out. We'd been found within minutes of their arrival, which meant there was no way we could outrun them. Where would we go anyway?
Mase moved from in front of me and crept toward the corner of the pantry to a shelf piled with spare rope used to tie meat to the ceiling to hang. He coiled the ends between both fists and snapped it taut, then handed one to me. I shook my head and plucked the ice pick from my pocket. Nodding, he stashed the spare rope in his pocket and nudged me behind him again.
Something slammed into the door, and we both jerked back. No way would a rope and an ice pick fend off anything that could make that much noise, but it banged again. And again.
This would not end well. We were trapped with no place to go but toward them.