Chapter ONE - Weebly

need to be more careful?” Ethan asked her. “Don’t you
always tell your customers to leave their fights out in the
street, away from your tavern?”
Kannice turned her glare on him. “What of it?”
Ethan threw his hands wide. “You just called
Sephira Pryce a ha’penny whore!”
“Kind of liked that myself,” Kelf said, heading back
into the kitchen.
Kannice smiled grudgingly. “She deserved it.”
“You’ll get no argument from me,” Ethan told her.
“But now you’re going to have to watch yourself, too.
You made an enemy today.”
She stared into his eyes. “I’m not afraid of her,” she
said, dropping her voice. “I share my bed with a
conjurer.”
“And I share mine with the most fearless woman in
Boston.”
Kannice took his hand. “You want some stew?”
He shook his head. “I need a coat. Come with me?”
“A coat? A nice one this time, or another rag like
that last one?”
“Rag?” Ethan repeated. “That was no rag.”