Chapter ONE - Weebly

Strange, isn’t it? There should be something different
about a spell that kills. Don’t you agree?”
Ethan barely listened to her. Pitch stood staring at
him, his head canted to the side. Ethan stared back, his
heart aching. What could he do to save Holin, to save
himself? Nothing on his own. He couldn’t match the
conjurer’s power or skill or cunning. Not alone. But he
wasn’t alone anymore.
“Pitch.”
He mouthed the word, nothing more. But Pitch
raised his ears and gave a tentative wag of his tail. Ethan
felt hot tears mingle with the rain on his cheeks.
“Forgive me.”
A different kind of pain clawed at Ethan from within,
as potent as that caused by the conjurer’s attacks, and
more damning. For if he survived the night, this pain
would never go away.
Anna had paused in what she was saying. Ethan
sensed that she was watching him. He could imagine the
confusion on the girl’s face, but he didn’t look up at her.
He kept his eyes locked on Pitch’s. And he spoke the
words in his mind.