Chapter ONE - Weebly

“No,” he said. “Mister Berson sent me here.”
“Has he had dealings with Miss Pryce in the past?”
“It’s no’ my place t’ say,” the man said. He seemed
unsettled by the question. “Mister Berson sent me
here.”
“You already said that.”
“An’ will ya accept his offer?” He shifted in his
chair, then straightened, regaining some measure of his
composure. “Most men o’ yar … station would leap at
th’ chance t’ work for Mister Berson.”
“Most men of my station wouldn’t be offered the
opportunity.”
“Ya make my point for me, Mister Kaille.”
“Right, but what I’m wondering…” He stopped in
midsentence, staring at the man.
“Yes?”
Of course. It came to him in a rush, along with his
memory of the conjuring he had felt the night before. He
should have understood immediately. If he was going to
risk angering Pryce, he couldn’t afford to be this slowwitted.
“All right,” Ethan said. “I’ll do it.”