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"I guess you're about to find out, though. We're here." He gestures to an office door with Headmistress Shaw written on a tidy plaque.
"What do I do now?" I ask.
"You could knock," he suggests. "That's normally a good way to announce yourself."
I snort in amusement without meaning to, covering my mouth with my hand in mild embarrassment. "Sorry," I mutter.
"Don't be. You have nothing to apologise for."
"Thank you for bringing me here."
"I'm just doing my job," Mathias points out.
I take a deep breath and turn to face the door. I rap on it a couple of times, hoping it'll be enough to get the attention of the headmistress inside.
The door swings open almost instantly, revealing a middle-aged woman in a well-fitted suit and her hair swept up into a neat bun.
"Ah, you must be Miss Weston, please come in." She gestures for me to come inside before turning to Mathias. "Mr Carey, if you wouldn't mind waiting until we're done."
"Of course." He takes a seat on one of the chairs lining the hallway and pulls out his phone to keep himself occupied.
I swallow my nerves, almost wishing the boy I barely know was coming inside with me rather than sitting in the hall and waiting for my fate to be decided. But I've got this far on my own. I know I can deal with whatever I'm going to discover inside the room too.
A large desk fills most of the space with comfortable looking chairs on either of it. I make my way to the one closest to me and drop my bag to the side. I'm woefully aware of how few belongings I have now. I didn't have to leave anything behind, but also didn't raise any suspicions by carrying it around. In a lo
t of ways, that's sad.
I push the thought out of my mind. It's not what I'm here to deal with. I need to focus on discovering what the headmistress wants from me and nothing else.
She closes the door and comes to join me, sitting on the other side of the desk. Even the way she's sitting implies that she's trying to appear open and trustworthy. I can appreciate it, but it doesn't mean I'm automatically ready to believe everything she says.
"I'm glad you found us okay, Miss Weston," she says.
"You can call me Syxe." It feels weird to be addressed as formally as this.
"Very well, Syxe. I'm Headmistress Shaw."
"It's nice to meet you." I think. I'm yet to be completely certain about that.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions..."
That's the understatement of the year, but I don't say that.
"Two of my older students told me what happened at the house with Agatha," she says.
"Is Agatha okay?"
The headmistress nods. "She's been ported."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what that means." My cheeks flame red. How can I be so clueless about all of this?
"Ah, I'm sorry. I should have started from the beginning. We believe you're a reaper."
"I can't be."
She raises an eyebrow. "Can't you?"
"I...I don't really know," I admit. "I know nothing about my parents."
