Luke said he planned to study the material his mother had left behind on the Demon Seal and improve the technique further. Until then, he and Megan would live in that house together.
Were they moving in together?
Geralt offered Luke a well-meaning warning—
There was a pattern to these things:
The more you encountered, the more you learned, and the more frequent and deeper your contact with the supernatural became.
When you stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back.
It was a road with no return.
And it rarely ended well.
"Thank you." Before leaving, Luke shook Geralt's hand and spoke sincerely.
"I'll be in touch."
Because of the party, Geralt held off on taking jobs from the Demon Hunter Official Website.
Two quiet, peaceful days passed.
Looking at the tailcoat held up before him, Geralt said, "Rebecca, I'm going to a casual party for young people. This is way too much. When was the last time you went to a banquet?"
"Two hundred years ago?" Rebecca couldn't quite remember.
Geralt chose an off-white cotton-linen casual shirt with a small square collar, light gray cropped trousers, and white sneakers.
The key to looking good in a shirt was physique—mainly the chest. That was why most women looked sexier in shirts than men did.
At 6:50, Geralt parked outside Nancy's house and sent her a text.
A few minutes later, Nancy came out cheerfully.
She wore a short, light-blue floral dress with puffed princess sleeves that showed off her delicate collarbones.
A small pink shell-shaped bag with a sunflower design hung across her body.
She looked ladylike, with a hint of sex appeal.
Geralt got out of the car. "Wow, whose big star is this?"
Nancy blinked. "Want an autograph?"
Geralt pointed to his cheek. "Of course. Right