Chapter Twenty-Six
Troy’s question was ambiguous enough that Trinity chose the one she wanted to answer. “Magic makes it impossible for me to lie.”
“Don’t, Trinity. Don’t hide from me. Not now.” He crushed her against his chest. “Surely you can’t believe you’d have been able to kill him.”
She fought the urge to cry, taking a deep, shaky breath. “It wasn’t planned. I was angry. I nearly killed Emery too.” Thinking Troy might believe she was talking about the same time, she added, “The second time I nearly killed Tarrant.”
Troy drew back, his arms continuing to encircle her. “You nearly killed Tarrant twice?”
“Yes. The first time I tried to strangle him with the roots of a tree.” She looked over her shoulder to find Emery watched her. She gave him a reassuring smile before facing Troy a
