Glamour's POV
"What ever is in there should be the one in need of a weapon," were his words and as always he sounded calm making me wonder if he was not bothered or if he was just trying to act like he wasn't bothered.
I stayed close behind him and when we got to the door I could hear the breathing just like I did a while ago and that made me realize I didn't just imagine the whole thing because I got scared and the way he paused and turned to look at me told me he was also hearing the labored breath.
"stay here," he said firmly as if I was planning to follow him in there in the first place .
When he opened the door I peeked from behind him out of curiosity but he quickly shot the door close after yelling shit!
That made my eyes narrow slightly, what's in there, I wondered but I was too scared to turn the door knob to see whatever was in there.
Banging sounds were all I heard from out here and I couldn't help but fidget around in worry.
