24
I arrived at Flavia’s dorm room, only to find I wasn’t the only invited. Astrid emerged from the small kitchen holding a tray of steaming mugs of coffee and Sim was spread out all over Flavia’s lounge.
“What’s she doing here?” Astrid and I said in unison.
The Reaper shrugged. “Don’t look at me, I don’t even know why I’m here.”
I pushed the door shut, lingering at the entrance. “Where’s Flavia?”
“Here.” The blonde third-year appeared from her bedroom and sat down at the head of the table. “I asked you three here because I need people I can trust.”
That was a strange statement.
“Then why are the rest of the girls not here?” I asked. “Dagmar, Alva, …”
“No, what I discovered involves them too.” She gestured to the rest of the chairs, inviting us.
Astrid quickly placed the tray down
