“They slid closer to the berserker, their guns up and ready. "Alexander," the one on the left said. "Where's your monster?" He didn't say it in a contemptuous way-merely a curious one.
"I am my monster, baby." she told him. "And my monster is me." She grinned and winked at him. "So you're looking at it.”
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Laken Cane,
New Regime