Connor drank his coffee. “The name is Mad Rogan. They also call me the Butcher and the Scourge, but Mad is the most frequently used moniker.” “I know you—” “No, you don’t. You knew me before the war, when I was a child. Tell me, what am I now?” The pressure of his gaze ground on her. Her lips trembled and she said the first thing that popped into her mind. “You’re a mass
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