Chapter ONE - Weebly

Ethan lay there for a few minutes more before finally
sitting up and reaching for his breeches, which were
slung across a chair next to the bed. He had barely
gotten them on when the door opened again and
Kannice came in, wearing a mild frown.
“Is everything all right?” Ethan asked.
“I’m not really sure,” she said. “There’s a man
downstairs—no one I’ve ever seen before. He says
he’s looking for you.”
“Lots of people saw me here last night. And it’s no
secret that you and I spend a great deal of time
together.”
“I know,” she said, still troubled.
“What did he look like?” Ethan asked. “What’s he
wearing?”
“He looks harmless enough. Older than I am.” She
paused. “Probably older than you are, too. Fine
clothes. A silk shirt, linen waistcoat and matching coat
and breeches. But he looks too rough to be a merchant
or a shop owner.”
“A servant?”
“Maybe.”