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Crack.
Dandelion whimpered and his shoulders shivered. If he could speak, Geralt imagined he’d be swearing up a storm. But since they were in an inn, Geralt had opted to gag him before taking his belt to him.
Rain lashed the window outside and Geralt ran a hand through his hair. The after effects of his potions were still coursing through his veins, leaving him jumpy and irritable. Ordinarily he’d have waited for it to wear off before making any rash decisions but Dandelion-
“Stupid bard.”
