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Triss
felt
something
explode
inside
her
.
Her
fear
of
meeting
the
white-haired
witcher
,
which
had
accompanied
her
throughout
her
journey
,
had
struggled
within
her
with
her
hope
of
having
such
a
meeting
.
Followed
by
the
sight
of
that
tired
,
jaded
face
,
those
sick
eyes
which
saw
everything
,
cold
and
calculating
,
which
were
unnaturally
calm
but
yet
so
infused
with
emotion
...
She
threw
her
arms
around
his
neck
,
instantly
,
without
thinking
.
She
caught
hold
of
his
hand
,
abruptly
placed
it
on
the
nape
of
her
neck
,
under
her
hair
.
A
tingling
ran
down
her
back
,
penetrated
her
with
such
rapture
she
almost
cried
out
.
In
order
to
muffle
and
restrain
the
cry
her
lips
found
his
lips
and
stuck
to
them
.
She
trembled
,
pressing
hard
against
him
,
her
excitement
building
and
increasing
,
forgetting
herself
more
and
more
.
Geralt
did
not
forget
himself
.
"
Triss
...
Please
.
"
"
Oh
,
Geralt
...
So
much
...
"
"
Triss
.
"
He
moved
her
away
delicately
.
"
We
're
not
alone
...
They
're
coming
.
"
She
glanced
at
the
entrance
and
saw
the
shadows
of
the
approaching
witchers
only
after
some
time
,
heard
their
steps
even
later
.
Oh
well
,
her
hearing
,
which
she
considered
very
sensitive
,
could
not
compete
with
that
of
a
witcher
.
"
Triss
,
my
child
!
"
"
Vesemir
!
"
