He rotated the medallion. A heavy click echoed through the chamber. The chest unlocked. Before Rowan could lift the lid, a voice behind him commanded, “Wait.” He spun around, startled. Alden stood in the doorway, face pale and drawn, eyes shadowed by something.
Alden stepped farther into the chamber, breathing hard. “You really don’t waste time,” he said, eyeing the open chest hungrily. “I recognized that medallion the moment you showed it to me.” His gaze sharpened. “Step away from the vault, Rowan. You don’t understand what you’re touching.”