Chapter ONE - Weebly

eeches, one fist wrapped around Jennifer Berson’s
brooch.
With the moon hidden, the streets had grown dark
and forbidding. Ethan couldn’t keep himself from
flinching at every vague shadow, every creak of a
wooden door, every sudden gust of wind. He expected
at any moment to see Yellow-hair or Greenleaf, or
some conjured horror, emerging from the murky
darkness. He strode through the streets as swiftly as his
leg would allow, and only began to breathe easily again
when he was back behind Henry’s shop, stepping over
the dogs who lay together at the base of his stairway.
As soon as he was in his room he locked the door and
lit several candles.
He undressed quickly, fell into bed without
bothering to darken the room, and bundled himself in a
woolen blanket. Exhausted as he was, he slept fitfully,
and was awakened in the middle of the night by strange
dreams of Sephira Pryce that left him both shaken and
aroused. Eventually he fell asleep once more and didn’t
awake again until morning. But he felt no more rested
than he had when he went to bed.