Chapter ONE - Weebly

up the narrow stairway to Holin’s chamber. There,
Ethan and Elli helped the boy into his bed before
descending the stairs once more and returning to the
sitting room.
Ethan began to gather his clothes, which were
warmer but still damp.
“You should stay here,” Elli said, surprising him
again. “You can sleep on the sofa, by the fire.”
“Thank you, but that’s not—”
“They’ll find you if you go home.”
“Elli—”
“Look at me and tell me that you wouldn’t be safer
here.”
Ethan stared back at her, but he couldn’t argue. The
conjurer would want revenge for what Ethan had done
to him this night, and he had little doubt that Sephira
was after him, too. His room above the cooperage was
the first place they would look. The Dowser would be
second, and at that thought he very nearly sprinted from
the house and back to the tavern without saying another
word to Elli. Hearing Sephira threaten to hurt Kannice
was one thing; knowing that this conjurer might go after