It wasn't beguiling; it wasn't tempting; it didn't make secret promises to make all his innermost desires come true. It didn't beg or plead or try to reason.
It demanded.
It commanded like a five star general ordering his troops forward into battle. "Fight the good fight." "Never give up, never surrender." "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead." It called out over and over again. It was an incessant pounding in his soul that ordered him to do what was without question right.
Adam took a deep breath, knowing he had to do the right thing, and let Michael in.