Windsor's POV
At the last possible moment, I noticed a doorway concealed behind heavy drapes on my left side. I darted through it just as the sound of approaching footsteps filled the corridor.
The space was shrouded in shadows, yet I could immediately sense how carefully preserved everything appeared. This observation only intensified my wonder about the true nature of this location. I kept the lighting switched off, crouching down as I observed through the narrow gap where the door met the frame. My pulse hammered against my ribs.
Sinclair stepped into his workspace.
Even from my hiding spot, his wariness was unmistakable. He commenced examining the area methodically as he moved, his gaze sweeping across the desktop, pausing at the chair that had been shifted slightly from where it belonged, even noting the subtle impression left in the carpet. His attention to detail was remarkable.
I remained perfectly still, afraid to even flutter my eyelids.
