Chapter ONE - Weebly

murder.”
“It is over, Kaille. Accept that, or die.”
“It can’t be over until—”
“Until the murderer is punished,” the girl said,
sounding bored. “I know. What you don’t understand is
that he has been punished. This matter is closed.”
“Punished how?” Ethan demanded.
“He’s dead.”
Ethan shivered, feeling that cool wind wrap itself
around his throat. “Who are you blaming for this?” he
asked. “Who’s dead?”
But of course he already knew what she would say.
This time her smile was unmistakable, and cruel.
“Daniel Folter.”
Ethan took a step back from her and found himself
pressed against the rough stone of the town wall.
“Folter couldn’t have killed her.”
“You don’t know that. And neither will Berson.”
“I do know it. Folter wasn’t a conjurer.”
She wavered again. After a moment Ethan realized it
had been meant as a shrug. “So?” she said. “Why does
that matter?”