Chapter ONE - Weebly

vanished, and he wondered what Pell, Adams, and Otis
would make of what they had seen and heard.
He opened his eyes and found Darrow standing
directly in front of him. Rage smoldered in his dark
eyes, and Ethan could see that it was all he could do to
keep himself from smashing every bone in Ethan’s
body.
Despite the throbbing pain in his knee and shoulder,
despite the gag in his mouth, he flashed a quick smile
Darrow’s way, which only enraged the man more.
“Tell me wha’ he’s doin’!” Mackintosh demanded,
still panicked and far beyond his depth. “He’s a speller,
you say. An’ he says you are, too. Fine then. Wha’s he
doin’?”
“An illusion spell, like before,” Darrow told the
cordwainer. “He’s communicating with his friends,
trying to bring help.”
“Help?” Mackintosh said, his eyes like those of a
scared child. “You mean more witches?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Darrow said. “He’ll be dead
before they get here.”
Uncle Reg had been standing utterly still, watching