Chapter ONE - Weebly

courage he could find a way to keep the peace without
relying on her kind.”
“I’m her kind,” Ethan said. “If Greenleaf had an
ounce of courage, I might be out of a job.”
“You’d find another, and a better one at that.” She
eyed his bruises again and her frown returned. “You’re
lucky she didn’t kill you.”
“She doesn’t want me dead,” Ethan said between
mouthfuls. “She as much as said so. She needs me to
take jobs she can’t handle.”
“Ones that involve conjuring, you mean.”
“Aye. But it bothers her that this time being a
conjurer got me a job on Beacon Street. She considers
that her domain, and she wanted me to know it. She
made her point and then she left.”
She took his hand. “She belongs in gaol rather than
out on the streets.”
“I won’t argue.”
He took another spoonful of soup, and as he did the
door to the tavern opened. Several men stepped inside,
led by an imposing man with a large hook nose and
hard pale eyes. He wore a white wig and a black hat,