Chapter ONE - Weebly

customary to wait four days.”
Pell glanced at Troutbeck again. “It is,” he said. He
motioned for Ethan to follow him and started toward
the chapel entrance.
Ethan pushed away from the pew, stepped out into
the central aisle, and hobbled after him, wincing with
every step.
Pell waited for Ethan to catch up with him. “What
have you done to your leg?”
“It’s an old wound.”
They walked out of the chapel into the cool night air
and the silver glow of the moon, and made their way
down the path into the churchyard. Ethan checked the
street and the grounds, expecting to see the conjurer’s
girl or Sephira’s henchmen. But aside from a pair of
gentlemen walking past in earnest conversation, their
shoes clicking on the cobblestones, the street was
empty.
“Tell me about the girl,” Ethan said.
Pell grimaced. “There’s not much to tell. Her family
demanded the funeral. We couldn’t refuse. You didn’t
expect us to keep her here forever.”