Faye's POV
"Move faster," a gruff voice commanded from beyond the doorway. "Get that fire going and clear out. I still have the entire eastern wing to finish before dawn."
Terror shot through my veins as I pressed myself deeper beneath the mahogany desk. Through the thin gap between the heavy wooden base and the floor, I watched dark leather boots step across the threshold. A second pair followed close behind.
"This won't take more than a few minutes," the other man grumbled. "Though I swear this room gets colder every time we come through here."
The sharp clink of metal tools hitting stone made me flinch. I could hear them moving logs around, coaxing the dying embers back to life with swift, efficient movements. Golden light began to climb the walls, casting long shadows that danced like predators in the growing warmth. I held my breath until my lungs burned.
"Wait. Did you catch that?"
