Chapter ONE - Weebly

Before long they reached the chapel grounds. They
entered the yard through the gate on Treamount Street,
and Pell stepped past Greenleaf, leading the sheriff and
Ethan up the steps and into the sanctuary. The minister
indicated that Ethan should sit in one of the pews.
“I’ll stay with Kaille, Mister Pell,” the sheriff said.
“You can inform the rector that we’re here.”
“Actually, Sheriff, I prefer to remain here with
Mister Kaille. Mister Caner can be found at his home
across the burying ground. Would you be so kind as to
tell him what’s happened.”
Greenleaf’s frown was more pronounced this time.
“Forgive me, but I’m not sure that would be wise. If
Kaille tries to escape you won’t be able to stop him.”
A look of annoyance crossed Pell’s face. “Of
course. You’re right, Sheriff.” He cast an uncertain look
Ethan’s way, but then left the chapel.
For several moments neither Ethan nor the sheriff
said a word. Greenleaf watched him, though, his pale
eyes narrowed.
“If you’re not a witch where did those flames come
from?” he asked at last.