Chapter ONE - Weebly

pointedly. He eyed Ethan again.
“You did all that you could under the
circumstances,” Caner told him. “You have my deepest
gratitude.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” the sheriff said. The rector’s words
were a clear dismissal. He regarded Ethan once more.
“I’m sure our paths will cross again, Kaille. I, for one,
will be looking forward to it.” He nodded to Pell, cast
one last dark look Ethan’s way, and left the chapel.
Even after the door closed, Ethan waited several
moments before asking Caner, “Why would you do
that?”
The rector shrugged, opened his hands. “I saw you
taken. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have
thought to intervene. A dispute between two thieftakers
is no concern of the Church. But in this case, I thought
to make an exception. Not for your sake, but for that of
Abner and Catherine Berson.”
“Well, thank you. I’m in your debt.”
“A debt you can repay by renouncing witchery,
turning to God, and vowing never to let the words of a
conjuring pass your lips again.”