Kylie’s pov
I twisted the bobby pin again, but this time it didn’t feel right.
“No, not like that. Twist it the other way,” Sophia snapped.
I shot her a glare, eyes narrowing. “Forgive me if I’m not as skilled at picking my way out of handcuffs as you are.” My voice was sharp, but there was no mistaking the frustration in it.
Sophia’s eyes met mine with a biting coldness. “You would be if you were better at following directions.” She barely moved, but her tone was heavy with authority. “Twist it the other way.”
I exhaled loudly, dropping my shoulders in resignation. Whatever. I twisted the bobby pin around, this time going in the direction she wanted. The metal bit into my fingers, but I forced myself to keep working. A little jolt, a click, and then—freedom. The cuff snapped open,
