Chapter ONE - Weebly

louse, and a waistcoat, like anyone who worked in the
lanes, although her blouse was cut lower than a man’s,
and her waistcoat was just a shade tighter. The effect
could be distracting for even the most disciplined man.
Already this day Ethan had been beaten and kicked,
and he couldn’t be certain that Sephira didn’t intend to
have him killed in the next moment or two. Yet he
couldn’t keep his glance from straying to the gentle
swell of her bodice as she reclined before him on the
bed.
Noting this, she smiled and sat up. “You’ve missed
me,” she said, as if they were old friends.
“No,” Ethan told her. “I can’t say I have.”
She replied with a small pout, stood, and began to
pace the room. There was a taut grace to her
movements—again Ethan saw something animal in the
way she stalked across his floor.
She stood as tall as Ethan, and while she looked at
first glance to be as slender as she was fair, the
appearance was deceiving. He had seen her fight; once,
he had felt the bite of her blade. She was as strong and
quick and cunning as any man Ethan had ever battled.