Chapter ONE - Weebly

kindness. God knew they could be alluring, at times
brazenly so. But more often than not, they were hard,
shrewd, and watchful, as they were now. They were
always moving, scanning faces, appraising her
surroundings, preparing for a fight even as she purred
and charmed her way through another negotiation.
Her nose was lovely, finely upturned and as perfect
as it was the day she was born. No one who spent his
or her life working Boston’s rougher lanes could avoid
scars, and Sephira had plenty: small ones on her
cheeks, her brow, her temples, and one long one along
her otherwise smooth jaw.
But those whose work found them in the streets of
Boston usually had broken their noses at least once.
Not Sephira. Actually, this was something she and
Ethan shared. At least for the moment. Who knew what
this encounter would bring?
She always smelled subtly of lilac and she wore
more jewelry than the king’s consort: glittering gemmed
earrings, rings of gold and silver on her hands, and
bracelets to match. The only concession she made to
her profession was in her dress. She wore breeches, a