Chapter ONE - Weebly

apart from within. Scraps of timber were strewn over
the rug on which she stood, and flecks of wood dust
coated her skirt. Sephira stared at what he had done,
her mouth agape.
Ethan had already scraped his arm again, lest he
need more blood to fight his way out of her house.
“If you or your men go anywhere near Kannice or
the Dowsing Rod, I’ll kill you all. I don’t care if I hang
for your murder. I’ll rip you apart just like I did that
table. Now call in Nigel. I’m ready to leave.”
Sephira raised her eyes to his. At last, she called,
“Nigel!”
A moment later, the door opened. Nigel paused on
the threshold, noted Ethan’s bloody arm and the mess
in the middle of the common room, then entered the
house, though he left the door wide open.
“Give him his knife.”
Nigel pulled the weapon from his coat pocket and
took a step in Ethan’s direction.
“Just leave it on the arm of that chair,” Ethan said,
pointing with a bloodstained finger.
Nigel glanced at Sephira, who hesitated, then