The Lost Symbol

The revelation crashed over Langdon like a wave *I know why I am here.* Standing in the center of the Rotunda, Langdon felt a powerful urge to turn and run away... from Peter's hand, from the shining gold ring, from the suspicious eyes of Sato and Anderson. Instead, he stood dead still, clinging more tighly to the leather daybag that hung on his shoulder. *I've got to get out of here.*