Sophie glanced at the blade, then at Dominic.
Her father’s countenance was impenetrable.
That seemed to wound her more than hostility would have.
Grace picked up on it.
She softened her tone. “You don’t have to trust him right now. You don’t even have to trust me. You just have to trust your own feet. They deserve not to bleed.”
Sophie swallowed.
For a moment, the world stood still.
Then she murmured so softly Grace nearly missed the words.
“She said not to trust the man with the mint.”
Grace’s spine went rigid.
“What?”
