"Damn it," Adam murmured, his gaze locked on the golem through the door slits.
As he closed the studded door, Desmond shook Adam's shoulders from behind, his voice cracking with something less than fear and more than betrayal. "How?! Why can you open the mysterious room? Wasn't I like... the chosen one?"
Adam shook his head, his somber frown deepened under the shifting light and shadows on the walls. "Doesn't matter. What does is our inability to get Louis' vials, and I doubt another story about a scary storage door will please him."
Wide-eyed, Desmond pushed Adam back and opened the door—still the mysterious room. A heavy sigh left his lips. He could open it. The call still tugged at him. Whatever the golem guarded should be his.
Stepping back, he muttered under his breath, ragged with discomfort. "Do we ask someone to open it for us? It'll sound suspicious—"
