Chawton House Library Novels & Stories

The house smelled of damp wool and old paper—the exact smell Sloane carried on her coat when she first arrived at Shaw Tower. "Sloane," Declan called out, his voice echoing off the high, uncarpeted walls of the hallway. No one answered. He moved toward the library at the back of the house. The door was splintered near the lock, the mahogany frame cracked open as if someone had taken a iron poker to the brass handles. Inside, the room was in ruins.