Chapter ONE - Weebly

Mackintosh’s swagger fell away. His smile vanished,
leaving a wary, nervous stare. He might have trusted
Darrow, but he also seemed to understand that he had
few allies in the Dragon.
“We can take a table in the back of the tavern,”
Darrow said, glancing back at Mackintosh and Ethan as
they descended the stairs. “I’ll get you both ales, if you
like.”
“Tha’s f—”
“No,” Ethan said, cutting off Mackintosh.
Darrow halted at the bottom of the stairs.
Mackintosh stopped as well.
“What’s the problem, Mister Kaille?” Darrow
asked sourly.
“I want to speak with him in private, without you
and Adams and Otis listening to what we say.” He
thinks you’re his friends, Ethan wanted to add. But
you and I know better.
Darrow’s jaw muscles bunched. Mackintosh eyed
them, seeming to grow more confused and nervous by
the moment.
“I wan’ Mister Darrow with me,” he said at last.