Serina actually drew out the knife, as she turned quickly at the sound of the strange voice.
There was no one behind her.
Quickly she turned towards the man again, her breathing starting to get faster and more erratic. True, he was honest. But how honest is honest? And how much of it was true? Whose voice was that?
Her hand holding the knife was shaking slightly, as her knuckles turned white from the strength of her grip on it.