Chapter ONE - Weebly

Diver’s eyes widened. “Really? You think Pryce is
spreading rumors about you?”
“They’re not rumors if they’re true. And no, I don’t
think she would bother with something like this. If
Sephira gets tired of having me around, she’ll just have
me killed and be done with it.” He took a spoonful of
Kannice’s stew, which was savory, just a bit spicy, and
as delicious as usual. He never took his eyes off of
Diver, though, and now he added, “But we were talking
about you.”
“I’m getting to it.” Diver took a breath and scanned
the room again. “It’s not as bad as you think.”
“I don’t think anything, yet,” Ethan said, which was
not entirely true.
“Well, then it’s not as bad as it’s going to sound.
There’s a group of merchants who have put in together
to buy a shipment from a French merchant.”
“A shipment of what?” Ethan asked, though he
already knew.
“What do you think? He’s French. Wine from
France—fifty casks—and a few hundred gallons of rum
from the French West Indies. Course the merchants