Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“It’s not that kind of telekinesis,” she argued. “I’m trying to learn
how to untie the knot with my mind.”
And she’d been squinting at the scrap of fabric for days and hadn’t
done anything except spin it around—which was extra disappointing
since she was stuck relying on her clumsy left hand. She’d tried
working on some of the makeup schoolwork that Magnate Leto had
sent over, and it’d been a debacle. She couldn’t hold a book and turn a
page at the same time. Couldn’t take notes. Couldn’t even write her
name.
“Can I have my knot back, please?” she asked, holding out her good
hand.
A glint flashed in Keefe’s eyes. “Nooooo, I think you’re going to
have to take it from me.”
Sophie locked her jaw. “I’m really not in the mood.”
“I know—that’s what makes it extra fun. Go on.” He tossed the
knot up in the air and caught it with his mind. “Pretend it’s a
splotcher and show me how you beat the Great Fitzy at his favorite
game.”
“I didn’t beat him—I knocked him backward against a wall and
knocked myself out in the process.”
“Oooh, that sounds fun!” Ro jumped in. “Let’s try that again!”
“I’m game,” Keefe said. “But Foster looks a little scared, doesn’t
she?”
He raised that smug eyebrow again, and it was so on.
But wow, was his mind faster than Sophie expected.
She tried sneak attacks and desperate flailing snatches and
everything in between. And every time, the fabric zipped easily out of
her reach.