Chapter ONE - Weebly

“It doesn’t matter,” Ethan said, with a small shake of
his head.
He stepped past Pell, unlocked his door, and
motioned the minister inside. Leaving the door open for
the moment, so that the light he had conjured flooded
his room along with the cool night air, he lit a pair of
candles and gestured for the minister to have a seat. He
closed the door and faced the man, frowning at the
swelling of Pell’s jaw.
“I can heal that if you like.”
“By conjuring, you mean.” The minister shook his
head. “I would rather you didn’t.” After a moment he
added, “Thank you, though.”
“Of course. May I offer you something to eat or
drink? I don’t have much, but I believe I at least owe
you a bit of wine.”
Pell grinned at that, then winced. He raised a hand
to his jaw. “No, thank you. Anyway, it’s my own fault.
I should know better than to surprise a man in your line
of work.”
“Maybe. What do you want with me that couldn’t
wait until morning?”