Elena Hect

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“Geralt,” she interrupted sharply, “I climbed out of bed for you and I didn’t intend to do that before the chime of midday. I’m prepared to do without breakfast. Do you know why? Because you brought me the apple juice. You were in a hurry, your head was troubled with your friend’s suffering, you forced your way in here, and yet you thought of a thirsty woman.
The Last Wish (The Witcher, #0.5)
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