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"You're a kind man, a gentle soul."

He almost snorted, but he didn't want to scare her. He didn't want her to stop exploring him. He was wary though. He didn't like anyone touching his neck. It was drilled into him during his training days. Having the neck at risk meant death. It took everything in him not to fight back against his witcher instincts.

"You just haven't been dealt a fair hand in life." Her touched stopped where his neck met his jaw. Though she wasn't really pressing into his skin, she could feel his pulse.

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I don't own any of the characters from the Witcher. I only own the characters made for this story.