Marcus’ POV
As we walked, my mother led the way through the city's winding streets. The cloak of invisibility made it seem like we were ghosts, gliding effortlessly past the few people we saw on the streets. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, though - the city seemed to be watching us, waiting for us to slip up.
My mother seemed to know exactly where she was going, leading me through alleys and side streets that blended into my hazy mind. Rowan followed close behind, her eyes scanning the surroundings with alertness.
We eventually emerged onto a main street, and my mother slowed down. She looked around cautiously before nodding and leading us towards a large stone building with intricate carvings on its facade.
"This is where we'll be staying for now," she said, her voice low
