Novel & Cerita Geralt Hmm

I muttered to myself. “Are you talking to the wall now?” I flinched and looked up. Gerald was standing a few feet away, with a backpack slung over one shoulder and his eyebrows raised. “Jesus,” I exhaled. “Have you ever heard of making noise when you walk?” He smirked. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” “I think it feels like it.” He studied me for a second longer but, thankfully, didn’t pry. “You heading to the library?”

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear they were looking at me as I spoke of him. "His eyes…" I began. "They've been changing in colour." Geralt slowly set his mug down. "To an almost void shade?" I was taken aback. "Yes, exactly like that," I said, wearily. "And his mood," Geralt continued, his eyes locked in on mine now. "Is it the same or worse?" I could hear the trepidation in his voice. "Worse," I stated, watching Geralt's face shift into some form of shock. "He's…angry. Violent. Like he resents us for some reason."