Chapter ONE - Weebly

Chapter
SEVENTEEN
As soon as he was outside, Ethan pulled his knife free,
forced up his coat sleeve and the shirtsleeve beneath,
and cut his forearm.
“Velamentum ex cruore evocatum. ”
Concealment, conjured from blood.
He didn’t need to feel the resonance of the spell in
his body and in the street beneath him to know that he
was taking a great risk. The spell would allow him to
walk the lanes without being seen. Sephira and her
toughs could walk right past him without knowing he
was there. But if the conjurer was still hunting him, the
casting of the spell might well alert him to Ethan’s
whereabouts. And Ethan suspected that a man of such
power would see right through a concealment charm.