Caleb can say whatever bossy things he wants to, but the chances of me letting him face a potential enemy alone are exactly zero. So while he turns to confront the intruder head on through the front door, I slip around out the back door in the kitchen and sneakily make my way around the side of the house.
The car comes to a stop beside the house, and a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit steps out of it. He seems unassuming at first glance, but I’ve learned you can’t really trust appearances. The many betrayals at the palace hardened me. Anyone could be pretending, just as the king’s guard pretended.
It is impossible to know the true motives of a person, under the surface.
The man grabs a brief-case off the backseat, and, after taking a moment to adjust his tie, starts to walk toward
