Chapter ONE - Weebly

“His body. He was a witch, wasn’t he? That’s what
I gather from all you’ve said. Do we cut off his head or
something?”
Ethan looked back at Darrow one last time. “No,
nothing like that. Just bury him.” He turned to the
minister. “Come on. I’ll walk with you back to your
church.”
“Are you well enough?” Pell asked.
“I think so.”
They didn’t say much as they walked along the
moonlit street. Ethan’s legs ached, and he was too
weary to make conversation. Pell seemed to
understand. But when they reached King’s Chapel, the
minister slowed, his expression troubled. He pulled up
his sleeve and examined the bloodless gash on his
forearm.
“Does it hurt?” Ethan asked.
The minister shook his head. “No. It did when I cut
myself, but then you cast your spell and … It felt odd.”
He glanced at Ethan. “I’m not sure I liked it.”
Ethan nearly said, You get used to it. But he
stopped himself. He could almost see Henry Caner