Chapter ONE - Weebly

She had laughed at his warding, at the mullein, at his
empty threat. Now Ethan understood why. He had
never before sensed such power; he had never felt so
helpless, so utterly betrayed by his own conjuring
abilities.
And then it was over. Ethan lay on the stone,
panting, rain washing over his face. In that moment he
would have done anything the conjurer asked for a
simple promise that he would never endure such blazing
agony again. He was sure that was exactly what the
bastard wanted.
He forced himself up, staggered, but quickly righted
himself. His ghost watched him. Normally Reg would
have been laughing at his failure, or shaking his head in
disappointment. Not this time. The ghost actually
looked scared.
“If you think,” Ethan said to Anna, “that I’m going to
let you have him just because you managed to hurt me a
little, you’re—”
Gods! Weren’t mullein and a warding worth
anything? Ethan was on the ground again, his back
arched, his teeth clenched so tight he thought they