Chapter ONE - Weebly

his finger.
He inhaled sharply through his teeth, hoping that
Darrow wouldn’t hear. He felt warm blood pour from
the finger and he cupped his hand around it, catching
the blood. At the same time, he lowered his arm as
carefully and as quickly as he could, this time doing his
best to keep the chain silent.
There was enough blood flowing that he feared it
would drip and catch Darrow’s eye, so he wiped his
hand on the tree bark as close to his body as possible.
He then shifted his feet enough so that he could at least
partially block the stain from Darrow’s view.
All of this took him but a few seconds, which was
fortunate because just as he lowered his hand and
assumed as casual a stance as he could manage,
Darrow and Mackintosh stepped into the firelight. The
cordwainer had been speaking again, but now he fell
silent, halting at the edge of the fire glow and eyeing
Ethan warily.
Ethan gazed back at them both, trying to keep his
expression neutral. He had blood for a conjuring. Now
he needed to find the right spell.