Chapter ONE - Weebly

Nap.
“What does Sephira want with me now?” he asked,
still breathing hard. “She’s not satisfied with having you
beat me to a bloody mess … now she wants you to
finish the job?”
“If only,” Yellow-hair said. “She wants us t’ deliver
a message. Tha’s all.”
Ethan cast a quick look toward Gordon. He and the
brute were closer than Ethan expected.
“Stop there,” Ethan called to them, pulling out his
knife.
Gordon laughed. “Ya think ya kin kill us all with tha’
blade?”
“He’s a speller, fool!” Yellow-hair said. “He doesn’
have t’ kill us with th’ knife.”
Gordon halted in his tracks, throwing out a hand to
stop the other men. His face had gone white.
“I’ll conjure if I have to,” Ethan told them, looking
first at Yellow-hair and then at the rest. He pushed his
sleeve up, exposing his scarred forearm. “I could kill all
of you, and there would be nothing you could do to
stop me.”