Chapter ONE - Weebly

Mister Kaille,” he finally said, the word “conjurer”
sounding awkward coming from his mouth. “If she was
killed by witchery, chances are you’re the one who did
it. I should call for Sheriff Greenleaf right now.”
“Then do,” Ethan told him. “If you really believe I
did it, then you’re right: You should have me hanged. A
killing spell…” He faltered, his eyes stinging at the
thought of Pitch. “It’s a relatively painless way to die,
but it’s murder nevertheless. If I had done this, I would
deserve whatever punishment you could imagine. But I
didn’t.”
Caner shook his head fiercely. “You offer no proof!
Your denials mean nothing to me. You’re a witch!”
“I’m a speller who is trying to prevent another
tragedy. Consider what I’m telling you, Mister Caner.
This girl’s murder had an even darker purpose, just like
the other murders this conjurer committed. He used her
death to cast another spell. And while I don’t know for
sure, I believe that all these murders are connected, that
they have some larger purpose. That’s why you must
trust me, even though I’m a conjurer. I’m the only
person who can stop him.”