Wind blows my hair into my face. I'm grateful I had the hindsight to grab a shawl on the way out. Sophie's torchlight illuminates the path before us. It's lights out, but the quiet patter of feet tells me people are still out and about. I trail my fingers along a cold wall, following close behind.
"So what's the punishment?" Sophie asks me.
"What?" I ask, securing my hair behind my ear when heavy wind blows past.
"Why did the headmistress call you into her office?"
"My records came in this morning," I admit.
"Oh, you were tested already?"
"Yes." The word is pulled out of me, leaving in place guilt. "It says I'm a sphinxe."
"Cool. Explains the claws."
My brows pinch as I take in my blunt fingernails. Why do I have claws? Were they, like, the result of some genetic imbalance--or exce
