Elara'S POV
I cast a protection charm around myself, readying to slip through the fray. The only other option was to manifest a broom and fly out of here, except 5TH CIRCLE were all witches, and I didn’t want to draw that much attention to myself. They’d give chase, and I’d be dead for sure. I needed to escape unnoticed—if possible.
I sprinted down to the first landing, where a spell slammed into my shield and shattered it to pieces. f**k! In a rush, I summoned up a new one. Another spell hit the railing beside me, and I crouched down, taking cover. Someone had it in for me.
I stayed huddled against the banister. Blood dripped from my palm to the marble floor. I pointed the sodalite wand at the wound and murmured one of the healing spells I knew. My hand glowed a soft green, and the bl
