Max makes a low moan and shakes his head. I start to step forward but Colin grabs my arm.

“Don’t.”

“What? We have to help him,” I say, trying to pull out of his grasp, but he just tightens his grip.

“And both of us get killed.”

I pause. And then I look back. “It doesn’t matter. I have to help.”

Colin shakes my arm and brings his head close to mine. He stares at me and his eyes are those of a shark, flat and dead. “You are not endangering me. I won’t let you.”

I give one more tug on my arm but Colin tightens his grip. It is painful and I can’t help but cry out in pain. In front of us Max turns. His eyes widen and he bangs on the glass.

“Let her go!”

Colin ignores him and I see his face split into a…