Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan kept his eyes trained on the chapel floor.
“Don’t you think Sephira is capable of lighting a fire?”
“Of course, but why would she?”
“You should ask her.”
Greenleaf came closer, so that he loomed over
Ethan. “I’m asking you.”
Ethan looked up at him serenely. “You might wish to
consider, Sheriff, that if I am a witch, and I have all this
blood on my clothes, I can reduce you to a pile of ash
with little more than a thought.”
“But … but you said…”
“I know exactly what I said. I also know that you
didn’t believe me. Do you believe me now?”
Before the sheriff could answer, the chapel door
opened again and Pell entered. “Mister Caner will join
us shortly,” he said. He looked from Greenleaf to
Ethan, a question in his eyes.
Ethan gave a small shake of his head. Greenleaf
moved away again.
Pell came over to stand by Ethan, as if protecting
him. Silence descended on the chapel once more, save
for the patter of rain on the sanctuary windows.