Chapter ONE - Weebly

happened. I found him out front this morning. He didn’t
look hurt; I don’t think he’d been sick. There wasn’t a
mark on him. He just died, like he was old.” He shook
his head. “But he wasn’t. At least I don’t think he was.”
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tell
Henry what he had done. But he was afraid. He had
faced Sephira and her men, he had fought the conjurer
Darrow. But he lacked the courage to tell his friend
what he had done to save his own life. “I’m very sorry,”
he said again, the words feeling woefully inadequate. He
leaned forward and gripped Henry’s shoulder briefly
before standing again and walking back to the door.
“What about you, Ethan? You all right?”
“Tired, but otherwise fine, thank you.”
“No more trouble with Sephira Pryce?” He sounded
more hopeful than concerned, as if he thought another
visit from the Empress of the South End might be just
the thing to lift his spirits.
Ethan suppressed a smile. “No, I think I’m done
with Sephira, at least for now.”
“Oh,” Henry said, sounding distinctly disappointed.
“Well, that’s good, I suppose.”