Chapter ONE - Weebly

“Hello, Ethan.”
He knew that voice, too. Herself.
Ethan ignored her for the moment, and tried to get
his bearings. In the gathering gloom, it took him a few
seconds to figure out where they were. He could make
out Beacon Hill in the distance, shrouded in mist, and
closer he saw the Common Burying Ground. He
thought they must be at the end of Pleasant Street, a
deserted stretch of road that jutted into Boston
Common. He noticed lines of ropewalks in the distance,
but the workers had abandoned them for the night.
Aside from a few cattle, there wasn’t another soul in
sight. This, he realized, would also be a pretty
convenient place for them to kill him.
At last, he looked at Sephira. She stood in the lane,
flanked by eight men, including Gordon and the brute he
had seen on the street the day before. Ethan glanced
back and saw four more men standing with Yellow-hair
and Nap.
“Sephira. We should really stop meeting like this.”
“Oh, I assure you,” she said, without even a hint of a
smile, “this is the last time.”