Chapter ONE - Weebly

too much for his taste.
“I’m sure—” He stopped, still staring at her. I have
sources, she had said. And what was it Berson had told
him during their first conversation. Ethan asked him why
he had been hired instead of Sephira, and Berson said
that he had considered Pryce but that she would have
admitted herself that she knew little about conjurings.
And so we … we asked around, Berson had said. I’ve
always known there were spellers in Boston. A
person just needed to know where to look. And
when I heard that there was a thieftaker who was
also a speller …
Who had he meant when he said “we”? His wife?
Ethan couldn’t imagine that he had consulted her in this
matter. She had been too distraught to see Ethan that
night. Berson wouldn’t have spoken to her about hiring
a thieftaker. His younger daughter? That made no
sense. William or another servant? Ethan couldn’t
imagine Berson asking for their advice, either. Which
left Cyrus Derne.
“Ethan?” Sephira said, her eyes narrowing.
“Yes,” he said. He forced himself to concentrate. It