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[every_blossom_blooming]

Nina held her phone tight and leaned against the brick exterior of the Crow Club as she listened to the ring. "Pick up, pick up," she breathed, praying to every saint she knew that Geralt was in a place that had service. What had she ever done without a phone?

Her breath caught when she heard his voice on the other end. "Thank the saints," she breathed. "It's Nina, I need your help to get rid of a body. If you must know the details I will explain everything, but I would rather do it while we're disposing of it."

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[every_blossom_blooming]

She couldn't help the smile that appeared when Geralt nuzzled against her chest; she could feel his breath through the fabric. For a moment she just stroked her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, but once his shirt came off they drifted back to some of the larger scars.

A healer could have helped these. A tailor could have hidden them. She thought of her own small scars, some from careless mistakes and others from battle: the burn across her knuckles, the fading rope scars around her wrists. The thin line where a knife had once been pressed to her throat.

Nina guided Geralt's head up so she could kiss his brow. "Help me with the buttons on the back," she murmured, meaning her dress. She could probably get most of them, but she imagined Geralt would have an easier time of it.