Chapter ONE - Weebly

pay you, and you can be free of this matter.”
“Actually, sir,” Ethan said, standing as well, “I don’t
think you do understand. I’m not asking your
permission to end my inquiry. I’m asking that you allow
me to continue it.”
The merchant couldn’t have looked more surprised
if Ethan had asked to lease a room in the house. “You
want to go on with this?”
“I believe your daughter was killed for a larger, even
more sinister purpose. I won’t burden you with details
about conjuring and how my kind do what we do,
except to say that there are spells so evil they require
power drawn from human sacrifice. I believe your
daughter died so that this conjurer could cast such a
spell.”
“May God save us all,” the man whispered, actually
recoiling from Ethan. “Can you prove this?”
Ethan shook his head. “No.”
“But then how—?”
For several moments, Ethan refused to look at the
merchant. At last, chancing a quick glance, he saw that
Berson’s face had drained of all color.