Mallory cast the spell on Jorgen, hurrying towards the door and trying to remain out of sight as she peered outside. She could see nothing. But Smudge was never wrong. If he said there was something to be worried about, then there certainly was. A brush of air drew Mallory’s attention. “Jorgen?” She kept her voice low.
“I recognise a couple of them from Cutthroat Harbour. There are six of them out there and they’re closing in on the barn,” Jorgen said, still invisible.
Emica drew her swords. “I say we take them out before they reach us. Mallory could make each of us invisible and we can hunt them down before they know we’re coming.”
“I don’t have that much mana,” Mallory protested. “And it doesn’t regen that fast.” Remembering Emica’s comments about not being able to see her lightning
