Charis
"I don't understand," I whispered. "You want me to be a girl?"
Headmistress Vale narrowed her eyes, arching one brow with irritation. "What don't you understand, Eamon?"
"Everything," I replied honestly.
My mind was still spinning from the slap, the threats, the video; everything.
She sighed, as if I were wasting her time, and slowly began enunciating her words, as if she were dealing with a slow child.
"Come find me after classes tomorrow and you'll know." Then she flicked her wrist toward the door. "You can go."
I turned and left the office, with my head still reeling in confusion. I was trying to make sense of what had just happened. Why would the headmistress need me to be a girl when my sole purpose was to hide that fact?
What was she planning?
My male identity was the only thing keeping me safe; what on earth could possibly require me to abandon it?
