Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan stared at the man. He opened his mouth,
closed it again. He glanced at Pell, whose eyes were
trained on the floor, his lips pursed.
At last, Ethan faced the rector once more. “I’m
afraid I can’t do that, Mister Caner.”
He expected the man to pursue the point. Instead,
Caner’s mouth quirked to the side. “No, I don’t
suppose you can. But the Lord wouldn’t forgive me if I
didn’t try.” He started toward the door of the chapel. “I
won’t always be so tolerant, Mister Kaille. Don’t let me
hear of you conjuring again.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Trevor, I expect you to retire shortly. You have
your studies, and I won’t have you wandering the city at
all hours.”
“Yes, Mister Caner.” When the rector was gone,
Pell beckoned to Ethan. “Come. We’ll get you to a
surgeon.”
“I can heal myself. I’ve already done a bit on the
bullet wound.”
Pell eyed him sternly, although the effect was muted
somewhat by the youthfulness of his face. “I don’t care.