Chapter ONE - Weebly

the room, Ethan could smell her perfume.
She smiled, perhaps seeing more in his gaze than he
wished to reveal. “You like my collection?” she said,
sauntering over to where he stood.
“I have to admit I do. That curved blade near the
back, the one with the ebony hilt, that’s from India, isn’t
it?”
“Why, Ethan, I had no idea you knew so much
about knives.” She sounded genuinely surprised.
“I once had a small collection myself. Nothing like
this, but I spent a number of years as a sailor and a
soldier, and I traded for a few keepsakes along the
way.”
“And where is this collection now?”
“I have no idea. I haven’t seen them since I was
taken to Barbados nineteen years ago.” He faced her,
his eyes locking on hers. “Why am I here, Sephira?”
“You’re my guest,” she said, laughing and purring at
the same time. She took his hand. “What would you
like to do?”
He disentangled his fingers from hers. “I’d like to
leave.”