81 - Bittersweet

“Was it here?” Her question caught him off guard and it took too long for him to interpret the words. All he could think about was the fact that she was touching him.

Was she drunk? No, he couldn't smell any alcohol from her.

“The dagger. Was it here?”

Oh, that was what she wanted to know.

“Yes.” If his hands weren't already occupied with Arlo who was struggling between sleep and catching his toy, he would have held her hand so it would stay on his skin forever.

She reached for a button but paused, then she looked up at him and he gave her a subtle nod.

Of course, she could unbutton his shirt! She had no idea how much it would delight him for her to do more.

By Ignas, he had been starved and deprived.

A suffering he did deserve.

She undid two buttons of his gray cotton shirt, so she could see the affected area properly. He had told her about the Witcher's mind manipulation and somehow, she had forgotten to ask him how he was doing or if there were side effects from the dagger’