Chapter ONE - Weebly

I’m safe?”
“If I have to.”
He leaned forward to kiss her. But she put a hand
on his chest, stopping him.
“Tell me, Ethan.”
“What good do you think it’ll do? Do you really
think you can save me from the—”
Kelf emerged from the kitchen, a barrel of ale on his
great shoulder. He put it down with a thud, looked from
one of them to the other, and returned to the kitchen,
muttering to himself.
“I know I can’t save you from anyone,” Kannice
said earnestly. “But maybe I can get word to someone
who can.”
“I’m not sure there is anyone, not against this
conjurer. But for what it’s worth, I’ll be speaking with
Cyrus Derne this morning. And then Ebenezer
Mackintosh. After that I’m not sure.”
“All right. Is there any point in telling you to be
careful?”
He stood, kissed her, and picked up his coat off the
bar. “Probably not,” he said, making his way to the