Chapter ONE - Weebly

But her sex remained her greatest weapon. Her hair,
her body, her eyes—she was bewitching. Ethan
couldn’t help but watch her as she walked, and, he
noticed, neither could the men who worked for her.
And yet, for all her sensual beauty, she seethed with
pent-up violence. Sometimes it simmered below the
surface. Sometimes it manifested itself in those who
traveled with her, like the toughs who had beaten Ethan
and still loomed over him, threatening to renew their
assault at any moment. On occasion Sephira herself
lashed out. Ethan had seen her beat a man senseless in
a tavern brawl simply because the poor fool had failed
to recognize her and had ordered an ale without waiting
for Sephira to be served.
Despite her talents with a blade and a firearm,
despite her reputation for ruthless cruelty and the lethal
storm that always raged around her—or perhaps
because of all these things—Sephira was renowned and
respected throughout the city. Rather than hiding in
shadows, with other thieves and ruffians, she walked
the streets as if she were royalty. She spoke with the
confidence of someone who knew beyond doubt that