Chapter ONE - Weebly

hair and Scottish accent who hired me earlier today.”
This convinced the servant, who waved Ethan into
the house even as he continued to cast disapproving
looks his way.
“Wait here,” the man said, and walked off, leaving
Ethan just inside the door, in a spacious tiled entrance
hall with a high ceiling. Brilliantly colored tapestries
covered the walls, and a large, round fixture that held
no fewer than a dozen candles hung overhead. Ethan
could hardly imagine how much work it took to light
and extinguish the flames every night. Rather than
smelling of spermaceti, though, the house was redolent
of sweet scents: bayberry and beeswax.
He could see into the next chamber, which was also
huge. The floors in there were made of some dark, finegrained
wood, and the furniture was of better quality
than anything he had seen in the Corbett house.
No wonder Sephira didn’t want Ethan competing
for her clientele.
Curtains had been drawn across every window
Ethan could see, and in the sitting room a cloth was
draped over what he assumed was a looking glass.