Chapter 210 A Strange Feeling
Carl walked swiftly down the corridor.”
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The crisp night air filtered in through the ornate, vintage windows, brushing across his face and helping to cool the strange heat still lingering in his blood.
His steps came to a halt.
He looked up instinctively, catching sight of the full moon bathed in silvery frost.
He’d thought–long ago–that he was beyond the reach of emotions like this.
He should have been.
Years of ruthless self–discipline had honed him into something cold, distant, precise. A machine, void of sentiment.
And yet… something had slipped. A cog in the machine had turned the wrong way, and emotions had begun spinning wildly, out of his control.
Jean had eyes like clear glass, like a mirror. As if she could see right into him.
When he looked into her eyes, it felt like someone was quietly brushing the dust from his soul.
That strange feeling had taken root from that moment on–spreading from his chest like fire over dry grass.
And it was difficult to describe, this sensation…
Carl didn’t have a word for it. He only knew it wasn’t unpleasant.
Maybe-
It was the feeling of being seen with warmth and sincerity by family. A feeling that soothed the unrest in his heart and gave rise to something almost like comfort.
Family…
She was his sister, after all.
His blood–related sister.
Jean, meanwhile, was calm.
She didn’t take Carl’s cold words to heart. Instead, she moved quickly to wash up, climbed into bed, and closed her eyes.
Before falling asleep, she sifted through her thoughts in the quiet of her mind.
She hadn’t expected that the “external threat” discussed at today’s Abyssal Choir meeting… would turn out to be the Secret Service.
No wonder the organization had delivered their warning with such cravin
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The Abyssal Choir had been noticed by the Secret Service–and at such an early, undeveloped stage?
It sounded almost unreal.
Sure, the future Abyssal Choir might become a powerhouse. But right now, they were a fledgling group. If the Secret Service truly wanted to, they could crush the organization without even trying.
So how had the Abyssal Choir survived this early threat? How had it grown into something vast and powerful?
Something must have happened…
Jean drifted through the possibilities.
Come to think of it, had anyone else from the Abyssal Choir been caught today?
She doubted it.
If there had been, Queenie would’ve made them all face interrogation together–forced them to turn on one another. That was the usual playbook.
Since all attention had been fixed on her alone, that could only mean-
She was the sole unlucky one.
Jean thought briefly of Ludwig, the companion who had accompanied her earlier today.
The insignia pin of the Abyssal Choir–she’d had it on her all along. Tucked carefully against her skin.
If things had gotten truly desperate, she’d been ready to use it to call for Ludwig’s help.
Thankfully, she hadn’t needed to.
Still, she wondered if Ludwig had realized what happened. That she’d been taken by the Secret Service.
Even if he had, there was no way he could locate her now. He’d just be worrying for nothing.
Under normal circumstances, she would’ve sent him a message–let him know she was okay.
But not tonight.
This was the Secret Service’s headquarters.
Their territory.
A dangerous place.
If she tried to contact Ludwig and got caught… everything would fall apart.
Better to keep her head down, stay quiet, and ride this out. She believed Carl would keep his word and send her home when this was over.
Her mind wandered back to the interrogation room. She still couldn’t believe she’d made it thu~—
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hearted.”
And tonight, she had proven it once again.
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