Chapter ONE - Weebly

etter than Sephira Pryce deserved.
The house, Ethan had to admit, appeared from the
street to be tasteful and elegant. It was large and
constructed of the same white marble used to build the
Berson home, but it wasn’t as ostentatious as Ethan
would have expected the Empress of the South End’s
home to be.
The men escorted Ethan up a cobbled path to the
door. Nigel knocked once, and at a faint response from
within pushed the door open. Ethan started to enter, but
Nigel put out a massive arm to block his way.
“Yar knife,” he said, holding out his other hand.
Without his blade, Ethan would be at a distinct
disadvantage in any confrontation with Sephira and her
men. “I don’t think so.”
“Then ya’re not goin’ in.”
“Fine with me.”
“You have my word, Ethan,” came Sephira’s voice
from within the house. “You’ll be safe. Maybe not the
next time we meet, but for now, no harm will come to
you.”
He had to admit that he was now curious. He took a