Chapter ONE - Weebly

The minister paled again, but managed a smile. “No,
I think not. But a living spell could draw the attention of
other conjurers.”
“Any spell will,” Ethan said. “There’s nothing to be
done about that.”
They stood eyeing each other for several moments,
until at last the young minister dropped his gaze to the
body. “Very well, Mister Kaille. I’ll trust you not to do
any more conjuring than necessary, and you can trust
me to say nothing about this to Mister Troutbeck or
Mister Caner.”
“Thank you, Mister Pell. I’ll do this as quickly as I
can.”
“I’ll be in the sanctuary. Please call for me before
leaving the crypt.” Pell glanced at Jennifer Berson once
more. “She shouldn’t be alone.”
His gaze lingered briefly on the corpse. Then he left
the corridor, his footsteps echoing in the stairwell.
When Ethan couldn’t hear him anymore, he removed
his waistcoat and pushed up his sleeve, shivering in the
cool, still air. He paused over the girl for a mere instant,
studying her face once more. Her expression was so