Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan turned his attention back to the boy’s soaked
clothes. “Get blankets, as many as you can find. And
throw another log on that fire.”
“Of course.”
She hurried from the room, and Ethan finished
undressing the boy. He moved the sofa so that it faced
the hearth, and when Elli entered the room with an
armful of blankets, he took several from her and
together they laid them over the boy.
“Some soup or tea would help him,” Ethan said.
“All right.” She started to leave. “For you, too?”
He glanced back at her, their eyes meeting briefly.
“Thank you.”
Once more she left the room. Ethan knelt beside the
sofa and studied Holin’s face, head, and neck. He saw
nothing to indicate that the boy had been injured, which
meant that this stupor had been induced by a spell. Elli
would kill him if she learned that he had conjured in her
home, even if he cast the spell for Holin’s benefit. So
quickly, while she remained occupied in the kitchen, he
pulled out a single mullein leaf.
“Suscitatio ex verbasco evocata.” Awaken,