“Also, you do not seem to have a very clear idea about what her powers are.” I move the hairpin to the side, searching for a tumbler. “If we can find out how her abilities work, it should be easier for you to figure out how she can help you.”
“So, you’re doing this for me?”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Alex, I’m doing this so that you can find her and leave Oakrest, so that I can get back to my normal life. And partly because I don’t like the idea of little babies being held as hostages.”
I only admit that last part to myself, under my breath.
“I see.” Alex doesn’t sound very happy. I try not to care and keep working on opening the lock. After a moment or two, he asks, “How did you learn to pick locks?”
My lips curve in a dark grin. “It was a survival skill. When I was a child, I was oft
