Chapter ONE - Weebly

pulling the trigger already.
“Go for yar knife, an’ ya’re dead,” the man
drawled.
Ethan took a step back, then stopped, feeling
something sharp pressed against his lower back. He
glanced over his shoulder. Nap was behind him, knife in
hand.
He took Ethan’s blade from its sheath, and said
“Get in,” in a low voice.
People on the lane had started to take notice of
them, and Caner had to be close by. For a moment
Ethan considered shouting for help. But these were
Sephira’s men; some on the street already seemed to
have recognized them as such. No one would come to
his aid if they thought for a moment that it might mean
incurring the Great Lady’s wrath.
He searched again for anyone who might help him.
But there was no one. He didn’t even see Caner
anymore. Perhaps the minister had walked past without
Ethan knowing it. Having no choice, he climbed into the
carriage.
“Tha’s smart that is,” Nigel said, as Ethan took the