Chapter ONE - Weebly

stepped aside, revealing the last person Ethan had
expected to see here: Geoffrey Brower—Bett’s
husband, his brother-in-law.
As always, Geoffrey was impeccably dressed and
perfectly groomed. He wore a suit of pale green silk,
and his hair was pulled back and powdered. Geoffrey
had a high forehead, a hook nose, and dark eyes, and
he was as thin as a blade and uncommonly tall. He
towered over Ethan, who had once remarked to Bett
that her husband spoke down to everyone he met in
more ways than one. She hadn’t seen the humor.
Geoffrey eyed Ethan briefly, apparently waiting for
some sort of greeting. When Ethan offered none, he
walked past him out of the house, saying, “Please,
come with me.”
Ethan considered ignoring the man. But Derne’s
servant hadn’t moved and hadn’t gotten any smaller.
With one last glance at him, Ethan followed his brotherin-law.
“Mister Derne believes that you’re harrying him,”
Geoffrey said, as Ethan caught up with him. His
expression was grave. “Are you?”