“Logan,” she whispered, leaning close. “You smell like Jean, too. Tell me—does every man in this circus want to climb into her skin?”
“ Your son,” Madelyne cut him off, voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried for blocks. “Not mine. He was never mine. Just like the name ‘Madelyne’ was never mine. Just like this body.” x-men goblin queen
She raised one pale hand. A taxicab below lifted into the air, spinning like a toy. The driver screamed. Madelyne smiled. “Logan,” she whispered, leaning close