Alpha Silas
A large circle of salt surrounds us, along with five candles that seem to create a pentagram.
"Where is this?" I ask, taking in the torches that sit on the walls, lighting the area.
"My attack and magic space," Marah explains. "We have to be somewhere connected to the mana of the earth in order to work magic, and my home is on top of a huge mana well."
"Your home?" I repeat, frowning. "Won’t your family find out about us?"
"They’re never here," she shrugs. "Anyway, I’ve done what I was asked, so I’m going to leave the rest up to you unless there’s anything more I can help with."