I walked over to the wall and touched it. Its surface felt smooth and cold, and my skin vibrated gently in response. I pushed a finger forward, but the marble didn’t budge. It was solid, indeed.
“This is incredible,” I murmured. “So, you’re telling me that this space here… it can’t be seen at all from the outside. And no one can come in.”
“Only those of us able to use magic. The coven is rigged to record and allow certain individuals in—those who belong here, those who belong to other covens, and those we approve to come in,” Wyatt explained, then motioned for me to follow him. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”
I nodded slowly, my mouth open, and reached his side. We walked forward, watching as doors opened and people moved around—all of them young and dressed like… normal people. They a
