Book 1: Enough Blood for One Night

Maddox

“Why in the world did you let her down here in the first place?” I ask the guard who was on duty when Alva died. I have been questioning him for about ten minutes and haven’t really gotten anywhere. It is as if the last few hours are all a blur to him.

He is crying. “I don’t know, Your Majesty,” he says between sobs. “I messed up. I messed up so bad!” He bursts into another fit of tears, and I look at Seth, shaking my head.

We are in the office in the dungeon, a place that the head jailor usually does his work in, though he’s gone home hours ago now. He only works during the day. At night, it’s our rule to have one guard per prisoner and then two near the bottom of the stairs leading to the dungeon and two at the top.

All five of these guards should’ve been able to stop Zabrina, but the other four said she had a convincing story that she’d gotten permission from me to visit her maid.

This one has said the same thing, but he is th