Chapter ONE - Weebly

spell. Or you can accept that you’ve lost, and be
spared that torment. It’s your choice.”
“Yes!” he rasped. “Just stop! Please!”
As soon as Ethan spoke the words, his pain drained
away, leaving him spent and limp, his heart laboring. He
forced his eyes open, saw the girl standing over him,
tiny, luminescent, a fierce grin on her waiflike face.
“Good, Kaille,” she said. “A wise choice, for once.”
Ethan turned away from her, and doing so caught a
glimpse of movement on the other side of the lane.
Briefly—the span of a heartbeat; no more—he thought
that someone had come to help him. But the form was
too small, too dark. It took him a moment to recognize
Pitch, his dark eyes shining with the distant glow of
Anna’s conjured fire.
Alarm crossed Anna’s face and she glanced quickly
in the direction Ethan was looking. Seeing the dog,
however, her face relaxed back into that triumphant
grin.
“It’s a simple spell, really,” she began, her voice
easing back toward the normal tone of a small girl.
“You speak it just the way you would any other.