Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan’s throat, much as Ethan had done to Daniel the
night before.
“I believe Miss Pryce asked ye a question,” Yellowhair
said, giving Ethan’s hair an extra yank.
“Actually, she didn’t,” Ethan said, his voice strained.
“She made a statement.”
The man looming over him frowned, then looked to
Pryce, apparently unsure of what to make of this.
“Let him go,” she said.
The man released Ethan’s hair, but then smacked
him across the top of the head. Ethan winced.
“This is why I choose to let you live, Ethan,” Sephira
said, her laugh deep and throaty. Even mocking him,
she sounded enticing. “You amuse me. And I’ll admit
that you have some courage, as well, though the line
between bravery and folly can be a fine one.”
“I didn’t realize that my life was subject to your
whim,” Ethan said.
In an instant, her expression changed to a sneer.
“Then you’re a greater fool than I thought. The life of
every man, woman, and child in this city is subject to
my whim.”