Chapter ONE - Weebly

at a full run, Ethan chose to cut through Dock Square
toward the Dowser.
Before he had gotten far, however, he spotted two
more of Sephira’s men. One of them, another brute,
stood at the southwest end of the square, blocking his
access to Cornhill Street and Hillier’s Lane. The fourth
man—Ethan remembered once hearing Sephira call him
Nap—stood opposite this other, guarding the corner of
Union Street. Nap was muscular and tall and Ethan had
no doubt that he was a competent fighter—better than
Gordon and the brute, probably. But he was the
smallest of Sephira’s crew, and, like the other man, he
hadn’t yet caught sight of Ethan.
That wouldn’t be true for long.
He ran hard toward Nap, sweat soaking his face,
his limp worsening. Another shrill whistle cut across the
normal street noise of the square. Gordon, no doubt.
Nap whirled at the sound, searching for its source. A
moment later, he looked directly at Ethan, recognition
making his eyes widen. He reached frantically for his
blade, but by then Ethan was bearing down on him.
Lowering his shoulder, Ethan rammed into the man,