When the Family 212

It was the painting.

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That massive, ominous eye staring from the wall–a single, ink–black pupil radiating a bone–deep chill. The kind of cold that crept down the spine, clung to the skin like invisible fret.

Jean’s scalp prickled. Her brows furrowed in discomfort.

“You’re awake?”

Queenie’s voice broke the silence as she sat down across from her, separated only by a plain, rustic wooden table.

She smiled–but the smile was shallow, her eyes frosted with concealed menace.

Jean opened her mouth, but no words came out at first.

Because she’d caught the scent.

It clung faintly to her clothes–a subdued, aged aroma, like mellow sandalwood soaked in time. It brought with it an oddly grounding calm.

just any

incense in my room–something that made me feel like I was

“Not bad. You’re right. It’s a special calming incense developed by the Secret Service. Even

faux innocence. “Couldn’t bring you here quietly

Here…

across

covered in ink landscape

this one was utterly foreign. Unlike anything else in

asked, voice

deep ocean at night. “Well, you wouldn’t tell the truth… so I had no choice but to bring you to a higher–level interrogation

the words higher–level,

laugh, her lips curling in disdain. “Queenie,

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Che, 6 May MM.

Chapter 212 You’re Strange

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freak? You won’t stop

faded. Her jaw

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