Chapter ONE - Weebly

Do you think you’re safe now because it’s daytime and
we’re surrounded by nice houses?”
“Actually, yes, I do,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Because of that, and because I have sources for
conjuring that don’t require me to spill blood. Just as I
did last night when I used a little bit of grass to hold off
a dozen of your men. I could kill you where you stand
without drawing a blade or making a sound. It would
just look like I scared you to death.”
Her face fell a bit and Ethan was certain that he saw
fear in her eyes. She would recover quickly; she always
did. But he enjoyed the moment.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I came to speak with Cyrus Derne. But I wouldn’t
mind knowing what you’re doing here.”
Sephira smoothed her waistcoat. “Well, I have no
intention of telling you anything, and Derne asked us to
keep you away from him.”
“You really are his guards,” Ethan said. “Why is
Derne so afraid of me?” He knew the answer, of
course, but he wanted to know what the merchant had
told Sephira. Not that he really expected her to say.