Chapter ONE - Weebly

make it home without being seen. That was the plan,
anyway.
He hadn’t gone far, however, when he caught sight
of another familiar face. Thick features, a ruddy
complexion, widely spaced eyes and a wide mouth.
Gordon. Another of Sephira’s men. And this time Ethan
had no chance to hide. The man spotted him, a broad
grin splitting his face to reveal crooked, yellow teeth.
Ethan halted, glanced back over his shoulder, and
saw Yellow-hair walking his way, though the man
hadn’t seen him yet. Gordon whistled sharply, no doubt
to point out Ethan to his friend. Ethan didn’t wait to see
what Yellow-hair did.
His route home was blocked, so he went north
instead, dashing up a small lane—he thought it was
called Pierce’s Alley—toward Faneuil Hall. He could
hear footsteps behind him, and so knew that both men
were after him. He assumed that Sephira’s other
henchmen were close by.
It didn’t take long for his bad leg to start aching, but
he couldn’t allow his limp to slow him down. Emerging
from the shadows of the alley into the afternoon sun, still