I reached up into my ponytail—but my chopstick lock picks were gone.

No picks meant no opening the padlock and no chance of escape. Panic welled up in me, but I forced it down and looked around the boathouse, hoping that the chopsticks had just fallen out of my hair and were somewhere in here.

A few seconds later, I spotted the two shiny black sticks lying on the floor—on the far side of Deah, well beyond my reach.

I cursed, and Deah stopped pulling on her chain to see what I was staring at.

“You want your hair sticks?” she sniped. “Really?”

“They’re not just for my hair,” I sniped back. “They’re lock picks. You know, something that might actually help us get out of these.” I held up my shackled arm. “Unless you have a better idea?”

She shook her head.

“I didn’t think so. So can you grab them and hand them over to me . . . please?” I had to choke out the last word, but there was no way I could reach the chopsticks, so I decided to be nice.

“And why would I want to do that?” She crossed her arms over her chest at the snarky tone in my voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I don’t know. So we can get out of here and away from the evil girl who wants to cut us up and take our magic.”

Deah kept glaring at me. I sighed.

“Look, I don’t like it any more than you do, us being related and everything that means, but working together is the only way we’re getting out of here alive. Unless you want to be gutted like a fish and have your magic torn out of you just so Katia can win some tournaments?”

Deah sighed. “Fine. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Or you. Or especially that secret you just dropped on me, cousin.”

“I wouldn’t dream that you ever would, cousin,” I sniped back.

She glanced at the closed door, then slid to her left, moving slowly so as not to make her chain clank-clank-clank any more than necessary.

“Hurry up!” I hissed.

She gave me a withering look, but she increased her pace. Deah reached the end of her chain, then dropped to her knees and stretched her hand out as far as she could.

Short—she was three feet too short.

Deah stretched and stretched, but no matter how hard or far she clawed, she just couldn’t reach the chopsticks. After about two minutes of heaving, she gave up, panting hard and trying to get her breath back.

“It’s no use,” she said. “I can’t reach them. Now what?”

Instead of answering, I looked around the boathouse again, searching for anything that would let her bridge those final three feet and reach the chopsticks. But there was nothing. Our swords were out of reach on the table, and the only things Katia had left on us were our clothes and shoes. Even if they were closer to us, the splintered oars and busted boat were useless. The one thing that might have helped us was a fishing pole, but I didn’t see any sort of fishing gear—

Wait a second. Fishing poles. I didn’t have one of those, but maybe I didn’t need one. Maybe I could just make my own.

I thought about things, working out the problem in my mind, then bent down, yanked off my sneakers, and stripped the laces out of them.

“What are you doing?” Deah asked. “How is taking off your shoes going to help anything?”

I tied the laces together, then threaded one of the ends through the eyelets on my right sneaker, tying it off into a tight knot. Now I had a sneaker with more than three feet of string dangling from it.

“Here,” I said, passing the shoe over to her. “Think of it as a fishing pole.”

Deah stared at the shoe, then me. “You are either the craziest person I’ve ever met or the smartest.”

“Let’s hope it’s the smartest. Now, come on. Katia could come back any second.”

Deah nodded and turned toward the chopsticks. She let out a breath, then threw out the shoe, careful to hold on to the lace on the end, so she wouldn’t lose it.

Thump.

She hadn’t thrown it hard enough, and it landed short of the chopsticks. We both froze at the loud noise it made, but five seconds passed, then ten, then fifteen, and no footsteps sounded. Katia either hadn’t heard the noise or wasn’t worried enough to leave her traps and come investigate it.

“Again,” I said. “Again.”

Deah yanked the sneaker back and tried again.

Thump.

This time, the sneaker bridged the distance but landed too far to the right of the chopsticks for Deah to snag them.

“Again!” I hissed. “Quick!”

“Be quiet!” she snapped back. “You’re ruining my concentration!”

I really wanted to snap at her again, but I forced myself to grind my teeth together and keep quiet.

Eyes narrowed, Deah looked at the chopsticks lying on the floor—really looked at them, the same way I would have with my sight magic. She hefted the sneaker in her hand, judging its weight and the distance. Then she let it fly.

Thump.

The sneaker landed just beyond the chopsticks. Deah and I both sucked in breaths, and she pulled the sneaker toward her, one slow, careful inch at a time. The shoe bounced across the floor and Deah stopped. She fiddled with the laces for a few seconds and managed to flip the sneaker right side up. Then, she slowly drew it toward her again.

The sneaker bumped up against the edge of the chopsticks—and sent them rolling straight toward Deah.

She snatched them up the second they were in range, turned, and handed them over to me. “Here. Work your magic, Merriweather.”

I grinned. “All you had to do was ask.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning back at me.

I twisted open the chopsticks, revealing the lock picks hidden inside. I gestured at Deah, and she stepped forward and held out her wrist. I inserted the picks into the padlock.

“Come on, baby,” I crooned. “Open sesame.”

A few seconds later, the lock snapped open, and I slid it through the shackle and stuffed it into one of my pockets. Deah unhooked the shackle from around her wrist and carefully lowered it and the attached chain to the floor, making as little noise as possible.

The second she was free, she went over to the table, grabbed our swords, and hurried back with them. She strapped on her own weapon, and I did the same, both of us moving as quickly and quietly as we could.

“Now what?” Deah whispered. “Do we storm outside and try to take her by surprise?”