Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan heard the ring of coins, and knew that they
had found Berson’s money pouch.
“Found these, too.”
More coins. Those would have been the shillings
Corbett had given to him.
“Take it all,” Sephira said, standing over him.
“You’ll make more, won’t you, Ethan?”
“Sure,” Ethan said, the word coming out as a
whisper. “What’s a few pounds between friends?”
“Well said. You know, Ethan,” she went on, though
Ethan just wished the woman would shut up and go
away. “You need me as much as I need you. More
really, though you don’t know it.”
“Would you care to tell me why?”
“Not really.”
“You know, I don’t need my knife to cast,” Ethan
said. “There’s blood on my face. I could speak a spell
that would kill all four of you.”
“Actually,” Sephira said, “I was just thinking the
same thing.”
Ethan heard something clatter on the floor next to his
head. Opening his eyes, he saw his blade lying beside