I drew closer. “Are you guys doing this today?”
Her eyes darted to the soundproof door. “We need to get out of here.”
“I’ve been saying that for hours. If Lenore has her way, she’ll burn me alive.”
Blue turned her head and gave me an incredulous look. “Lenore is here?”
“She sold her soul to the devil. Maybe to save herself or maybe she saw an opportunity. I’m sure if it all goes south, she’ll tell Viktor it was to save us.”
“Traitor.” Blue picked up the arrow, her eyes narrow and calculating.
“Is that impalement wood?” I asked.
“I can’t wait to find out.”
“What’s the plan?”
She worried her lip while tapping the arrow against the bars. “I’d rather not say. Did they charm you?”
I leaned against the bars and sighed. “Yep. And once Sparrow finds out you’re in here, he’ll charm you next. We have to get out. Either that or you need to pretend to be in a coma.”
She mirrored my position with her back to the bars. “I might be able to shift and fly out when they open the door. You can distract them.”
“Maybe.” I stared down at my leg through the long slit in my gown. “If the arrow is impalement wood, I could flash to the door when they open the cage and stake them.”
“Maybe.” She dug her fingers into her braid and scratched. Blue suddenly twisted toward me, her fingers pinching a bobby pin. “I have a better idea.”
“Will that work?” I asked, having my doubts. Picking bedroom locks was one thing, but a steel cage?
“I can pick any lock, but there’s a bigger problem—time.”
“They might not be back for an hour. Even thirty minutes would be plenty of time. I’ve seen you pick a lock in fifteen seconds.”
“That’s not what I mean.” The bobby pin suddenly disappeared from between her fingers.
Blue wedged her hand between the bars and felt the lock. “I can’t do it with just a hairpin. I need something to turn it with. A tension wrench would be nice right about now. I always carry tools like that in my pants pockets.”
“Yeah,” I said, staring down at my outfit, wishing I’d packed weapons. “Lesson learned for our next ball.”
“I guess I can use another hairpin, but I have to bend it, and I don’t know if I can work that fast. It might break in the lock.”
I snorted. “And then it’ll reappear in your hair.”
“Good point.”
I watched with bated breath as Blue worked her magic. It took her a few fumbled attempts to find the lock without dropping the pin.
“I’m used to seeing what I’m doing,” she said, running the bobby pin through the lock. Then she reached back in her hair and pulled it out again.
“Too bad you’re not a Vampire,” I muttered.
“Why?”
When she looked at me, I flashed my fangs.
“Don’t be ridiculous. If Iwerea Vampire, I wouldn’t let you drink me just to get out of a cage,” she argued.
“Sure. You say that now. But he could literally keep us in here forever.”
