Chapter ONE - Weebly

listening.”
She shook her head slowly, her cheeks flushed, her
blue eyes wide with anger. Even now as she was
threatening his life, she was as beautiful as any woman
he had ever seen.
“You think your damned witchcraft will keep you
safe?”
“It has in the past.”
“There are other ways,” she said. “You have a
friend—a lovely woman. She owns a small tavern called
the Dowsing Rod. It would be a tragedy if something
were to happen to her or her establishment.”
The spell was on his lips before he could consider
what he was doing. “Discuti ex cruore evocatum!”
Shatter, conjured from blood! Power pulsed through
the chamber, making the hairs on his arm prickle. Uncle
Reg appeared beside him, glowing bloodred, grinning
like a ghoul. In his rage, Ethan aimed the spell at
Sephira, but he managed to steer it away from her at
the last moment.
There was a sudden rending of wood, and the small
table next to where she was standing exploded as if torn