Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов
Chapter 2
Foranacheinhisbones,notaveryoriginalcomplaintwithinthehorrendouslycoldwallsofKaerMorhen,Vesemircouldhavetreatedwithawitchers’elixiror–anevensimplersolution–withstrongryevodka,appliedinternallyandexternallyinequalproportions.Hedidn’tneedamagician,withherspells,philtresandamulets.
Sowhohadsummonedher?Geralt?
Trissthrashedaboutinthebedclothes,feelingawaveofheatcomeoverher.Andawaveofarousal,madeallthestrongerbyanger.Shesworequietly,kickedherquiltawayandrolledontoherside.Theancientbedsteadsqueakedandcreaked.I’venocontrolovermyself,shethought.I’mbehavinglikeastupidadolescent.Orevenworse–likeanoldmaiddeprivedofaffection.Ican’teventhinklogically.
Shesworeagain.
Ofcourseitwasn’tGeralt.Don’tgetexcited,littleone.Don’tgetexcited,justthinkofhisexpressioninthestable.You’veseenexpressionslikethatbefore.You’veseenthem,sodon’tkidyourself.Thefoolish,contrite,embarrassedexpressionsofmenwhowanttoforget,whoregret,whodon’twanttorememberwhathappened,don’twanttogobacktowhathasbeen.Byallthegods,littleone,don’tfoolyourselfit’sdifferentthistime.It’sneverdifferent.Andyouknowit.Because,afterall,you’vehadafairamountofexperience.
Asfarashereroticlifewasconcerned,TrissMerigoldhadtherighttoconsiderherselfatypicalenchantress.
