Mark didn't loosen his grip one bit. His fingertips pressed deeply into Dr. Evans's jaw, feeling the violent tremors in the old doctor's neck muscles as he struggled to breathe.
Behind them, Beatrice stepped forward hurriedly. Her face, which had been pale, was now taut with genuine panic.
"Mark, let him go!" Beatrice ordered. Her voice rang out sharply in the tightly sealed room. "You don't know what you're doing. Take your hands off him right now!"
Mark ignored Beatrice's screams. His gaze remained locked on the doctor's eyes, which were beginning to water from the pain and suffocation.
