Chapter ONE - Weebly

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He began to scrape his wrist against the edge,
working as quickly as he could, knowing that Darrow
would be back before long. But though his hand grew
sore and began to redden, nothing he did scraped away
any skin. He would eventually have a bruise, if he lived
long enough, but this wasn’t going to draw blood.
As far as he could tell, there was no way he could
use the cuffs and chains at his ankles. But toying once
more with the chains that held his arms, Ethan realized
that by lifting his arm a little and keeping it close to the
trunk he could create enough slack in the chain to get
his fingers into the links.
It wasn’t something he wanted to do. Pell and
Kannice might have challenged him on this after the
week he’d had, but Ethan really didn’t enjoy pain. But
there would be blood, and in this circumstance nothing
else mattered. The trick would be concealing the wound
from Darrow.
He heard footsteps, then distant voices approaching.
“… Hurt me?”
“He’s a thieftaker, Ebenezer. A mercenary. He was