They descended the spiral staircase, weapons drawn.Jackson expected a laboratory, or a dungeon. But when they reached the bottom, he blinked in confusion.It was a cozy, old-fashioned living room.A fire crackled in the fireplace. There were floral armchairs, a knitting basket, and the smell of freshly baked oatmeal cookies.Matron Helsing sat in a rocking chair, knitting a tiny pink sweater. She looked exactly as Serenity remembered her: stern, with gray hair pulled into a tight bun, but with a strange, intense warmth in her eyes."Close the door, Jackson. You are letting the draft in," Helsing said without looking up. "And put that gun away. If I wanted you dead, you would have died in the hallway."Jackson didn't holster his gun. "Give me one reason not to arrest you.""Because I am the only reason your wife is still human," Helsing put down her knitting needles. She looked at Serenity with a mixture of pride and pity."Sit, child. Eat a cookie."Serenity stared at the cookies—the
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