7
Trinity
“What do you think you’re doing?” The tip of the knife was still shoved painfully against my ribs, but now the blade was at my back. Still inches away from my heart, so not much of an improvement.
“Following orders. Which is what you should be doing. And I told you to stop talking,” Zel hissed in my ear as he twirled the tip of blade just enough to cut through the fine fabric of my dress and break my skin. It stung, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“Where is my mother?” I asked. He had to know where she was.
“I said, stop talking.” His free hand squeezed my shoulder, directing my steps through the winding maze of hallways and rooms in the palace. The place was too quiet. Deserted. Apparently, no one had wanted to miss the party.
Lucky me.
But I nev
