Jared threw his shoulder against the frame of Myla's chamber, hauling on the steel seam with all his strength, hoping that it would make an opening, even if it was a tiny separation from the glass that he could work with. But nothing budged. 

There was no handle, exterior latches, or any hint of mechanical emergency releases. 

"Fuck!" he roared, his eyes darting frantically around the vast room.

He needed a sledgehammer, a crowbar, a heavy iron pipe—anything. But the room was completely ...