Ingrid lifted her eyes off the floor and found mine, and everything I needed to know was in them.
Max stepped over the threshold into the cell. The blonde girl and the three infected stayed in the corridor — the tall one still bent under the frame, head scraping the lintel, the other two standing with the empty patience of bodies that only moved when told.
The blonde girl's face stayed half in shadow. She didn't look at me. She looked at Ingrid on the floor, and whatever sat behind her eyes was cold and personal.
Max walked past Ingrid while she worked her way up onto her knees with her hands still tied behind her. Stone bit her skin. Her balance failed once and she caught it without the use of her arms. He didn't look down at her once. His boots passed within inches of her shoulder and kept going.
He came straight at me.
"Do you see what you've done?" His eyes locked on mine and held. Close enough that I could see the fatigue under the composure. "Do you see it?"
