“Here, what are you doing here?” a male voice demanded. “I gave orders this man wasn’t to be disturbed.”
Gabe froze. He hadn’t even heard the man approach. He ran his tongue over his lips to catch any excess blood, then turned his head to glare at the intruder. “Who are you?”
“I’m Dr. Stone. This man is my patient.”
“He was your patient.” Gabe wanted to tear out the doctor’s throat for what he had done to Remember.
“He’s gone then? Well, he lasted longer than I thought he would.” The uncaring tone infuriated Gabe, and he released Remember and surged to his feet.
He was in front of the doctor before the man had any idea what was happening. “You cold-hearted bastard,” Gabe spat as he curled his hand around Stone’s throat, raising Stone until his toes barely touched the packed ground of the tent’s floor.