Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Lux ex cruore evocatus!” Light, conjured from
blood!
A brilliant golden light burst forth above them, as if
Ethan had conjured a small sun.
“Well, I’ll be damned!” Ethan muttered, heedless of
what he was saying, and to whom.
Staring up at him, his face pale and his eyes wide, a
bruise darkening on his jaw, was Mr. Pell.
“You shouldn’t curse in front of a minister,” the man
said in a shaky voice.
Ethan actually laughed. “No, I don’t suppose I
should. What are you doing here, Mister Pell?”
“I came to speak with you. I didn’t mean to startle
you so.” He hesitated. Then, “May I get up?”
“Yes, of course.” Ethan released him and sheathed
his knife before helping the minister to his feet. “I’m
sorry, but—”
“Mercy! What happened to your face?”
Ethan smiled ruefully. “As I was about to say, I’ve
already had visitors today. I thought you might be one
of them, and that you had in mind to finish me off.”
“Who did this to you?”