Noah’s POV
Without thinking, Gage and I charge toward them, the soldier slamming into the gunman attacking Connor, grabbing his thighs and carrying him toward one of the couches where they topple together over the back.
I head for the man that is clambering to his feet from the wreckage of the coffee table, swiping at him with the knife in my hand as the dark haired thug jumps back out of the way, avoiding me.
I follow him, swiping again, narrowly missing the flesh of his stomach as he dances away from me. He reaches behind him, pulling out his own knife, facing me, the two of us circling each other as the sounds of thuds and grunts echo around from our teammates battling against each other.
Cargill’s man takes a step forward, thrusting with his own knife as I dodge to the side, stri
