Out of nowhere, I felt a small hand close around my wrist..
"Come with me," Zaara whispered beside me, like she didn't want anyone else to hear.
She didn't wait for permission. She just pulled.
We moved fast, past the other contestants, through the dim hallway, until we slipped into one of the restrooms tucked behind the common area. The door clicked shut behind us, and the hum of the room outside faded into silence.
Zaara turned to face me. Her jaw was tight, and her arms folded across her chest like she was holding something in.
"I need to say something," she said. "Nd I need you to just….listen for a second."
I leaned back against the edge of the shower facet, trying to read her face. "Okay… I'm listening."
She hesitated for a second, and then spoke.
"I don't trust him."
I looked confused. "Who?"
"Dinesh," she said. "The data analyst guy. From Sector B."
I blinked. "What? But he literally did helped—"
