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role on top of supervising the ski program? And being Mason’s mentor?
    Wait. It suddenly dawned on me. He was doing it for me. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t even have returned to the Academy, but would be busy getting involved with the Olympic ski team.
    “Mason, you may go now. Be back here tomorrow.” Henri rose from his chair and ushered Mason out of the dOME lab.
    When Henri returned, he sat back down in his chair and asked, “Cordelia, do you have any questions?” He took a sip out of a large black mug, then smacked his lips, making me flinch.
    I gathered my thoughts. “I don’t know where to start. What exactly do you want me to do?”
    “I’m sure you must be feeling overwhelmed. There’s no need. I’ll be supervising you closely,” Henri reassured me. “Just be here at eight tomorrow morning to help me set up.”
    “But, I need to know a bit more. All I know is that Mason and Faustine are my
projects
. Does that mean that I’m just supposed to assist you in their tests? Or am I expected to do more stuff?”
    “More. But we can deal with the other stuff as the issues arise. No need to burden you all at once. For now, familiarize yourself with Mason’s and Faustine’s files. I’ll have them sent to your iPad.”
    “Why is Mason back here at the Academy?” I tried one last time to get some clarity.
    “Cordelia.” Professor Bern sighed. “I’ve already told you that! Because of the chamber.”
    “I don’t buy that. My apologies if I’m coming across as petulant. I don’t mean to. Mason’s dad could have built the chamber at Boone, but he didn’t. Mason wanted to come back here. And I want to know why.”
    Henri took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the corner of his white sleeve. “I’m sure you’re right. And that’s something we can try to explore during his tests. Let’s get his baselines done this week, and then sit down and figure out how to trigger his transformations. I know that you’ve had issues with him, and it may well be that we use you as one of the stimuli. If, of course, you are amenable to that.”
    I nodded. I was more than willing. Finding out what went on in Mason’s head would be priceless.
    Professor Bern stood up. “Right. I have to go. I have another meeting. I’ll meet with you on a monthly basis. Let’s say the first Monday every month, but I’m always available, should you need to see me. I’ll leave you in Henri’s capable hands.” With a nod, she turned and walked out of the lab.
    I glanced over at Henri. He looked like a stereotypical science nerd. Although he sported geeky round glasses, I could have sworn they weren’t prescription lenses. It seemed weird for him to wear them as a fashion statement, but I guessed they made him feel more confident in Professor Bern’s company. He sure seemed cowed around her, despite her obvious trust in his abilities. I suddenly wondered what he was. I assumed he was a witch, but it was hard to tell just by looking at him. He did seem a bit shy and retiring for a witch. Much as I’d have liked to ask him, I knew that would breach the school’s privacy guidelines, so I didn’t. “Henri, do you need me for anything now? If not, I’ll head over to catch up with my brother.”
    “Go. I’ll send the files over to you. Study them before you come over tomorrow.”
    “I will.”
    I walked over to the Initiate’s dining hall, excited about catching up with my little brother. I hadn’t had much contact with him since I’d been at the Academy, but Mom had filled me in on his latest adventures.
    Like me and our other siblings, Pascal had been sent to a regular Parisian school where he had settled in without much drama—to start with, anyway. Initially, the only issue he had was one that most paranormal kids suffered from, especially those with parents in significant positions—being a snotty little brat. He was way better at academics than his human classmates, sponging up any information