Chapter ONE - Weebly

all of this unfold. Now, though, he turned to Ethan, avid,
a plea in his eyes. Ethan had never seen the old ghost so
eager for a spell.
But what to cast? Blood still oozed slowly from the
finger he had ripped open; the blood on his hand was
growing sticky as it dried. He would have only one
chance at a blood spell. His best hope lay in surprising
Darrow, and he could only do that by attempting
something he had never done before.
Imago ex igne evocata. Illusion, conjured from
fire.
Power pulsed and Darrow pulled the blade from his
belt.
But then he saw the figure Ethan had conjured. The
same figure Ethan had sent to speak with Pell, Adams,
and Otis.
Anna. Or at least Ethan’s best imitation of her.
“Very clever, Kaille,” Darrow said.
“I don’t want to die,” Ethan said through the image
of the girl. “And I don’t want to be tortured anymore.”
“I’m sure you don’t. You should have thought of
that before you set yourself against me.”