his with no visible reaction and sat down in the chair opposite me.

I wasn’t sure what was going to come out of my mouth when I spoke, so what I said surprised me. “I know you usually fight alone, against the bastards you hunt, but have you ever fought with other people?”

“You mean have other people ever died for me in one of my fights?”

I slumped on the couch and tossed back another swallow of Scotch. This time it felt smooth going down. “Yeah, I guess that is what I’m asking.”

He took another swallow before answering. Before speaking, he glanced at the bayonet on the wall. “Tomorrow is my birthday.”

I blinked, surprised at first by the irrelevant disclosure, but then my brain started working as I realized, even in my fog of m...

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