Chapter ONE - Weebly

“See you later, Henry,” Ethan said, letting himself
out.
“Bye, Ethan,” the old man called.
He walked around to the back, slowly climbed the
stairway to his room, and went inside, taking care to
lock the door. He believed what he had told Henry: His
inquiry was over. Whatever interest Sephira had in
protecting Darrow, there was nothing more she could
do now. She might want the money Berson had given
him, and she probably would have enjoyed setting her
men on him again, but she had no reason to go out of
her way to track him down. Still, he felt better with the
door locked.
He considered trying to nap, but though still weary
from all the conjuring he had done the night before, and
still sore from the injuries Darrow had inflicted on him,
he knew that he wouldn’t sleep. Instead, he changed
into clean clothes, realizing as he did that he had ruined
a couple of shirts and a coat over the past few days.
Before long he would have to dig into the pouch of
silver Berson had given him and visit the clothier.
Thinking about it, he decided that there was nothing