CHAPTER SIX
Nora
The room is dark and cold, a cliché of a place to keep prisoners. I sit in the cage the Silver Hunters put me in, my arms folded as I try to think my way out of this mess.
They took my wand, of course. As well as the potions I had on myself. Without those, I'm not much of a witch. All I have left are incantations, and a hex has been put on this cage to block any spells.
As much as the Silver Hunters claim to hate magic, they clearly have no problem using it against others. The truth is probably that they're bitter that they don't have the natural abilities supernaturals do.
"Think, Nora," I mutter to myself. "Think."
If only I could remember that spell that’s said to break any magicked lock. My mind is foggy, though, and I suspect that’s the result of yet another one of the Silver Hunters’ spells.
"There's no way out of here," a man in the cage next to me says--he told me he's a cook at the school. "The Silver Hunters have already won."