21
We stepped out of the carriage and I walked toward the front doors. “Chris,” Alex called to me as he trotted up to my side. He held a small book in his mouth. “You dropped this in the carriage.”
I took the book and nearly slapped myself. It was the diary of Lord Blisse. “Thanks,” I replied as I tucked the book into my coat, but more firmly. I glanced at Tristan, expecting a curious eye, but his face was turned away from me as he passed by me.
I frowned, but followed him and the others inside. Maddock assigned rooms to his two new ‘guests’ and we retired. At least, we were supposed to retire. I sat down on the bed with my back against the headboard and opened the book.
Alex hopped onto the bed and lay at my feet, but he raised his head and studied both the book and me. “Som
