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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
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