Without thinking about it, I took Riptide out of my pocket. Zoë looked at the pen, and her expression was pained. “You made this,” I said. “Who told thee?” “I had a dream about it.” She studied me. I was sure she was going to call me crazy, but she just sighed. “It was a gift. And a mistake.” “Who was the hero?” I asked. Zoë shook her head. “Do not make me say his name. I swore never to speak it again.” “You act like I should know him.” “I am sure you do, hero. Don’t all you boys want to be just like him?”
