Chapter Twenty Two

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Yasuko's room had been hastily decorated, outfitted with only the things Juniper had been able to grab out of her room at short notice

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Yasuko's room had been hastily decorated, outfitted with only the things Juniper had been able to grab out of her room at short notice. The contents of her closet hoard, mostly. He and Feldick had done their best to drape the paraphernalia all throughout the room—hanging a blanket like it was a curtain, propping a unfurled fan atop a chipped vase. It was a shoddy job, and in all honesty, he hadn't thought it would work. He still didn't think it should.

Then he noticed her hands.

In the Cage, she'd done something with her hands. With the hoard. She'd drawn something. And she did it, too, whenever she waited in the car before the Meet and Greets. Juniper had brought her sketchbook along, from the fundraiser, and most of the pages were dedicated to patterns. Patterns which seemed unique from each other, but upon closer inspection seemed to be variations of the same thing.

A design.

Sometimes, when she talked, she traced patterns on her leg or on her clothes. When he'd been healing Breeze, she had been drawing on his hand. And in her room, with Breeze's elder siblings as witnesses, she'd made the patterns again in her lap. But no one had noticed, because vampires were strange enough as it was, and they were all too busy arguing about the problems with the vampires outside...and not the one in front of them.

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