Chapter ONE - Weebly

Boston have t’ feel safe. They have t’ know tha’ th’
men who steal from them will be dealt with. Mercy is
weakness, she told me t’ say, an’ she thinks ya’re
weak.”
“That … demon.” It came out as a whisper.
Nigel grinned. “Ya shoulda taken care o’ it yarself.
We only did wha’ you had been hired t’ do.”
He turned his head slowly and looked into an alley.
Following the line of his gaze, Ethan saw a form lying in
the shadows. He couldn’t see a face, but what he did
see—long legs, torn breeches, a worn, bloodstained
waistcoat, and more blood staining the cobblestones—
told him all he needed to know.
“I should kill you where you stand,” Ethan said,
raising his knife to his forearm.
Nigel grabbed his pistol from his pocket and leveled
it at Ethan’s chest.
“Ethan?”
They turned at the same time to stare at the boy
who had stepped onto the street from another small
alley leading off toward the wharves.
Holin Harper, the oldest child of Marielle, Ethan’s