Chapter 320

• We walked down a hall lined with landscape paintings and past a library overflowing with books. I paused to take it in. The shelves were two stories high, complete with sliding ladder. I had a feeling my uncle never opened a single book.
• I resumed walking, telling myself I could ask for a tour later when there weren’t a whole ton of shifters having a party a few rooms away. Finally, my entourage stopped in front of a door.
• “This is a guest suite,” James said.