Chapter ONE - Weebly

efore. What did you expect?”
“I expect nothing, Bett. But however much you hate
me—”
“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you. I pray for
your redemption every night.”
It would have been rude to laugh. “Thank you for
that. What I meant to say is that whatever you might
think of me and what I do, you must know that I never
seek to do harm with my conjurings. Surely you
understand that I never use my spellmaking to kill.”
“I know.”
“But whoever murdered Jennifer Berson did just
that. Wouldn’t you like to see that person punished?”
He watched her, hoping in spite of all he knew of
her that she would listen to reason this once. But she
showed no sign of relenting and at last Ethan crossed to
the archway leading back to the stairs.
“All right,” she said, her voice echoing so loudly that
it startled him. Then she said more softly, “Speak your
spell. You’ve already desecrated our church. You might
as well learn something of value.”
Ethan didn’t say a word or hesitate, lest he give her