Chapter ONE - Weebly

him! Bu’ you haven’ touched him! He’s right, isn’ he?
You’re a witch, too! Th’ two o’ you are usin’ witchcraft
on each other!”
Darrow’s face contorted with rage, but only for an
instant. With a visible effort he calmed himself. He even
forced a smile. “Enough,” he said, his voice level.
As abruptly as it had begun, the torment ceased.
Ethan sagged against the tree; had it not been for the
chains, he would have crumpled to the ground, although
hanging from them made the pain in his shattered
shoulder unbearable.
He wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. A part of
him wanted to relent and die. Mostly though, he wanted
to kill Peter Darrow and end this nightmare. With an
effort, he got his feet under him and stood once more.
Mackintosh was afraid of Darrow now; the conjurer
couldn’t allow this to go on much longer. He needed to
kill Ethan quickly.
Ethan had only seconds in which to act. And he still
had no idea how to defeat the man.
That is, until Darrow himself gave Ethan an idea. For
a second time, the conjurer suddenly stared off into the