The door sealed with a sharp mechanical click as Malcolm's head slammed hard against the metal behind him. He barely noticed it.
He recovered immediately and lunged for the wheel, yanking it hard.
It spun smoothly.
He jerked it back the other way, harder. The metal turned under his hands like it wasn't connected to anything.
"Goddamn it."
He drove his shoulder into the door, but the chamber was too tight for leverage. His knee slammed into the lower panel while his back struck the rear wall.
Outside, gray spores crawled up her boots.
"Move," he snapped through the glass. "Open it."
She didn't move.
She just stood there, frozen, like she couldn't believe what she had done herself.
Fuck it.
Fuck Iyisha.
If you regret saving me, there's still time.
He drove his shoulder into the door again. The chamber shuddered and his back slammed against the rear wall.
"Iyisha!"
She pressed her palm to the glass.
