Chapter ONE - Weebly

me something more about the spell itself.”
“You shouldn’t be using witchery in here. Not for
any purpose.”
He gestured toward the body. “Not even to find out
who killed this girl?”
“If God wants us to learn the identity of her killer,
He will reveal it to us in His own way.”
“I was just noticing that my conjuring feels stronger
in here than it does anywhere else in Boston. Maybe
this is His way.”
The look she gave him would have kindled damp
wood. “You are speaking of witchcraft in a house of
God!”
“Witchcraft?” Ethan repeated, his voice rising. “You
know better, Bett! I expect that kind of nonsense from
people who know nothing of conjuring, but not from
you!”
“Why not from me? Just because I’m your sister,
that doesn’t mean—”
“Yes, you’re my sister! If you’re going to call me a
witch you have to accept that you’re one, too!” His
words echoed loudly through the corridor, and