He tried to sum up the day’s events but failed. Too much strangeness left his head spinning. It didn’t surprise him to discover that Arwen hailed from a long line of circus folk but what had Eleanor meant by saying that he had a place in the Paladin circus? He doubted her comment was aimed at him just because of his dwarfism. While Arwen and Eleanor had spoken, he’d taken the opportunity to rest. He’d browsed through a few of the books–some with fascinating etchings dating back to the Dark Ages–comfortably propped up with velvet-covered cushions, his stomach full after a meal of toast, cheese and Earl Grey tea. He’d closed his eyes and the entire day had passed. When he woke, he discovered someone had thoughtfully covered him with a crochet throw. What had Eleanor discussed with Arwen? Why was Arwen’s expression so triumphant? He daren’t ask her in front of the vampire, who now drove with his mouth twisted in an ugly sneer whenever Etienne caught sight of his expression in the rear view mirror.
