"Damn it, Adam," Desmond cursed, his hand on the door handle. "You'd better know what you're doing!"
Breaths caught, hearts pounding louder than hammers shaping molten metal, both teenagers watched the door creak open. Dread gushed through their veins like venom, yet their eyes blazed with hope. Hope that the mysterious room wouldn't appear. Hope that Louis wouldn't learn the truth. And hope that the golem wouldn't escape in its calculated, brutal fury.
Hope was the only thing they could cling to, anyway. The dice of fate had been thrown, and the cup was being lifted in the form of the opening door.
The corridor's light reflected on its metallic surface, the crudely studded nails glinting on the rim like malicious eyes.
