Chapter ONE - Weebly

Mackintosh’s frown deepened. “You’re mad.”
“No, I’m not. That’s the reason I have him chained
this way. We can’t let him have access to any blood.
Blood for a conjurer is like whiskey for a drunk: He
should be denied it at all costs.” He crossed to Ethan
and looked him over carefully. “Now what were you up
to before?”
Knowing that any motion on his part would draw
Darrow’s attention, Ethan tried to hide his wounded
hand, but in a way that would make the man think he
was concealing the raw spot on his wrist.
Darrow grabbed his forearm, and lifted Ethan’s
hand so that the firelight could reach it. Ethan kept his
hand fisted, hiding the bloody finger, and just as he had
hoped, Darrow immediately noticed the exposed metal
on the manacle.
“Ethan,” he said in a stern voice. “You shouldn’t
have done that.” He ran a finger over the darkening
bruise on Ethan’s wrist. “Didn’t amount to much, did
it?”
Ethan shook his head.
“Wha’ is it he’s done?”