The White Werewolf || Season One: Ties That Bind

Chapter Twenty-Five

Belhaven, 1241

Geralt took a long pull from his flagon, staring at Robin where she sat alone in the opposite corner. She was close enough to hear them speak if necessary, but far enough apart for the test to work, she thought.

"I understand how this might work for me," Jaskier said, "but what about you? I thought witchers were resistant to magic?"

"They are," Geralt confirmed. "But I can let her in if I choose."

"How does that work?" Jaskier wondered. "I mean, you know it's her right now, obviously. She's staring at you. But what if you're somewhere with multiple mages? How would you know which spell was hers?"

"I can feel each spell push against my resistance," Geralt replied slowly. "It's an imperfect explanation, but it will do. Depending on the circumstances, I can tell what kind of spells they are."

He paused, knowing that Jaskier would read far too much into what he was about to say next.

"And her spells smell like her. Lavender and mint. Fainter, less genuine, but the scent is there."

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. "Really..." he trailed off, glancing at his sister and smiling a little.

What are you laughing about?

Her voice rang in his head clear as a bell, startling him so much that he almost fell off his chair. Geralt chuckled, then quickly frowned as Jaskier replied, "I'm laughing because Geralt's obviously in love with you and just won't say it."

Geralt relaxed as Robin shook her head at her brother. Then she slyly glanced at Geralt.

Remember that thing we did the last time we were in a tavern?

He grinned instantly. "When you pretended you were a bar wench?" he teased. "Of course."

"What?" Jaskier asked, looking at both of them suspiciously.

"Nothing," Geralt murmured, still smiling.

I think we should do it again.

He nodded at her, raising his eyebrows salaciously over his mug.

Have fun on your own tonight, Jas.

Jaskier finished his own mug and looked around. "Excellent. I have my eye on a pretty little thing over there..."

He was gone in a flash, leaving Geralt and Robin alone.

Geralt smiled at her. "You're getting better," he observed, tapping his temple.

She nodded. I am.

"It's good to see you acknowledge it for once."

She shook her head at him and stood.

Go to our room and get ready. I'll be up with your order momentarily.

She winked and Geralt laughed, standing and striding upstairs.

She waited until she thought he was in the room.

I don't know if you can hear me anymore, but if you can, I think you should be accidentally naked when I walk in this time.

A thump on the ceiling from over her head told her that he could indeed hear her.

Satisfied with her practice, she headed slowly for the stairs, planning to have a very enjoyable evening with her witcher lover.