Chapter ONE - Weebly

that he had heard. “Well, so he’s a witch. Wha’ are we
going t’ do with him?”
“He’s not just a witch. He’s a killer. There’s only
one thing we can do to him. He tried to blame you for
the Berson killing; I thought you would want to be here
to see him die. In a way, you could say that I’m killing
him for you.”
Ethan felt sure that Darrow was but moments away
from casting the killing spell. He had to do something,
and he knew better than to think that any blood spell he
cast right now would work. It might force Darrow to
reveal that he was a conjurer, but whatever spell the
lawyer cast on Mackintosh using Ethan’s life would
erase that memory. He needed more time.
Imago ex igne evocata. Illusion, conjured from
fire.
He felt the power of the spell pulse in the tree
against his back and under his feet. The old ghost
appeared next to him, his bright eyes fixed on Darrow,
who glowered back at both of them. Mackintosh gave
no indication that he had noticed anything, at least at
first.