Chapter ONE - Weebly

Darrow glared at him, the threat of more pain in his
eyes.
“Wha’ happened t’ him?” Mackintosh asked,
confusion and fear chasing each other across his angular
features.
“I have no idea,” Darrow said.
The image of Greenleaf had wavered, like a flame
sputtering in a sudden wind. But Ethan managed
somehow to maintain the illusion through his pain, and
now he drew on the flames again.
“Darrow did that to me,” he made the sheriff say.
“He used witchery to—”
Molten steel coursed through his veins, silencing his
illusion, stealing his breath, numbing his senses. He
writhed against the tree, his chains thrashing, his head
bucking against the bark.
At the same time, Darrow shouted, “Stop it!”
That proved to be a mistake.
Ethan couldn’t hold the image of Greenleaf
anymore. But the illusion spell had served its purpose.
Mackintosh was gaping at Darrow now, terror on
his face. “You’re doin’ somethin’ t’ him! You’re hurtin’