Chapter ONE - Weebly

alarmed. “You shouldn’t have come.”
“Put down the knife and untie Kaille,” Adams said,
stepping forward, his firearm aimed at Darrow’s chest.
Darrow laughed. “This knife? It’s nothing. A trifle.”
He tossed it to the ground so that it landed beside the
fire. “You believe you’ve tamed me now? You have no
idea what you’re dealing with. Go home, Samuel,
before you get yourself hurt. And take James with you.”
Ethan could stand again. He felt stronger, more
alive. He glanced at Mackintosh only to find that the
cordwainer was already watching him. He still looked
scared, but there was anger in his gaze as well. Ethan
understood. Darrow had tried to use a conjuring on
him; Mackintosh had felt it. At last, he had chosen sides
in this fight, and like the good street captain he was, he
now looked to Ethan for orders.
“What is it you hope to accomplish here, Peter?”
Otis asked, his protuberant eyes alight with the glow of
the fire. “And what does Kaille have to do with any of
this?”
“He’s a witch,” Mackintosh said. “They both are.
Bu’ Darrow—he tried t’ work a spell on me.”