I shuffled up against the door, sticking my fingers through the wire to examine the padlock. It was a standard 30mm brass padlock that took a small key. With enough force, it could be broken open, but I couldn’t access it well enough to strike it with anything. My only other option would be to pick the padlock. And fortunately, as a unicorn hybrid, my mother had been conscious enough of the dangers to our kind that she’d prepared me for instances where I might need to escape capture. She ...