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Sammi POV

I left Grayson in his office out of sorts after what I did. Sneaking through the house, I went to the room and unlocked it. I don’t want to be swinging on the Aeriel hoop when they find me, so I sit at the desk—something I haven't done since my parents died.

While I may not have used this room since my mother died, I've continued to draw throughout my education. My hand shakes as I reach for the pencil, and I don’t understand why, as I’m not actually doing it properly. Once I have the pen, I begin to move it across the paper. My eyes flicker across the room to where my mother would usually be sitting.

I don't like being in this room, not doing this anyway. It feels like part of me is missing. I focus on drawing and find myself getting lost in it. The door opens, and I look up, watching as they walk in. Their eyes take in the room, stopping on me briefly before the hoop.

"Two things. Since when did you begin using this room again, and what the fuck is that?" Zade points to