Jordan’s gasp brought my head up again in time to see the warrior continuing his slow trek through the crowded club. “What the hell?” she whispered. She looked at me and her mouth fell open. “Oh, this is priceless.”
“What?” I asked.
Eldeorin leaned toward me. “I pray I am not doing you a disservice, Cousin.”
“What the...?” Roland sputtered. He looked down at himself and then at Peter.
Jordan let out a short laugh. “You two look good as elves. I think it might be an improvement.”
“Speak for yourself, pixie,” he retorted.
“What?” Jordan rounded on Eldeorin. “You made me look like a pixie?”
It took me a few seconds to realize what they were all going on about. Eldeorin had cast glamours over us. I could see through them, so everyone looked the same to me. “What am I?”
Roland grinned.
