Chapter ONE - Weebly

Pryce.”
Ethan retrieved Folter’s knives and put them in his
pocket. He made no answer.
“I could tell someone,” Folter said. “I could tell
Pryce or one o’ her men.” A smile crept over his thin
face. “I could get ya hung fer a witch.”
“You could,” Ethan said, meeting his gaze. “But if I
really am a speller, what’s to keep me from killing you
in your sleep if I think you’re a threat to me? What’s to
keep me from tracking you down whenever I want to,
and giving you smallpox or plague?”
Even in the failing light, Ethan could see the pup’s
face go white. In truth, the fact that Ethan was a
conjurer—a speller, as Folter put it—wasn’t as much of
a secret as he would have liked. He suspected that
Sephira Pryce already knew, and it was possible that
some on the Admiralty Court still remembered the
names Ruby Blade and Ethan Kaille. But he didn’t want
word of his talents spreading farther than necessary,
and he surely didn’t want Folter thinking that he had any
advantage over him.
“I’m not sayin’ I’d tell,” Folter told him. “I was