Vlad's POV
"Before what?" I say, and the redhead tenses. She spins around slowly, meeting my eyes.
"What's going on, Vlad? That is your name, isn't it? You're Malik's brother, aren't you?" she says.
"Look, I can't tell you here. Not out in the open. We have to find a corner of the castle. Anyway, why were you talking into a pencil?"
"I'll tell you when we get to this corner that you're talking about. I'm Zoe, by the way."
Zoe and I walk into the castle, her wary that she may be spotted by her friends, me wary that Ingrid, Erin, Dad or, worst of all, Malik may spot us. Somehow, I feel that I can trust Zoe. There's more to her than normal breathers. A lot more. I can tell.