Chapter ONE - Weebly

former betrothed, stood at the corner, flanked by Pitch
and Shelly. Ethan had no idea what the boy was doing
here or how he had found them, but he could not allow
Marielle’s child to come to harm. Yellow-hair appeared
to sense this, like a wolf smelling fear in its prey. His
eyes flicked in Ethan’s direction, and there was a grin
on his lips.
Both dogs growled deep in their throats, their
hackles rising.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ethan said, his voice
low.
This had to be done carefully. Neither Holin nor his
sister knew that Ethan was a conjurer and Elli would
have his head if they found out. Worse, she would
forbid them to see Ethan again.
“Leave us now,” he told Sephira’s man. “Or I swear
I won’t care at all what happens to me.”
Fear flashed in the man’s dark eyes. But his grin
returned quickly, even as he put the pistol back in his
pocket. “Fine, Kaille.” He looked at the boy again and
chuckled. “But ya better give a thought t’ Miss Pryce’s
message.” He nodded toward the alley where lay