Book 3: Trust No One

Maddox

Taking hold of Trinity’s wrist, I force her to let go of the knife. It falls from her grasp, and I catch it with my other hand, ready to turn it on her.

“Whoa! Whoa!” she says. “I wasn’t trying to stab you, Your Highness!” she tells me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was only trying to show you the blade.”

Her eyes are wide, and she seems genuinely scared. Perhaps she’s even telling me the truth.

But I don’t know that for certain. Why would anyone pull a knife on me in the dark in a garden if they didn’t intend to stab me with it?

I can feel her entire body trembling beneath my hands, though, and I am starting to think perhaps she is telling me the truth.

It might not make any sense, but I actually believe her. Perhaps her father had told her to go ahead and try to kill me now, so she wanted to be able to say that she did try but I foiled her.

It would make more sense for her to have waited, though. Ge