Chapter ONE - Weebly

him.
“But we both know that you’re not going to do
that,” she went on. “It hasn’t been that long since you
were a prisoner in Barbados, or wherever it was. And I
imagine those memories fade rather slowly.”
“Many people know I’m a conjurer.”
“I’m sure. But it’s one thing for people to know that,
or to hear rumors of a few small spells cast in the
capture of a thief. It’s quite another for you to use your
witchery to kill a person, especially someone like me.
They’d have you in shackles faster than you could say
‘God save the king.’ Or maybe they’d just hang you.
Don’t you agree?”
Ethan gave no answer.
Sephira laughed again. “Nothing to say? Very well,
then. Good-bye, Ethan. I hope you find the girl’s killer.
It would be unfortunate if you mucked it up.”
He heard them leave, listened as they descended the
creaking stairway. But even after they were gone, he
simply lay there, his eyes closed, waiting for the pain to
subside.