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Chapter Seventeen: Involved?

Jordan laid out a map on the Baron's desk...

"Geralt you stay with the Baron. Have a look around the keep and village- a detailed investigation," she stated, "Meanwhile, I shall go to the pellar near Blackbough Village," Jordan grimaced, "Then, Geralt, meet me in the Village of Midcopse in four day's time. I'll be staying with a Sorceress named Kiera Metz. I believe you know her," she finished and Geralt raised a brow.

"What the hell is she doing out here?" he asked with a scrunched nose.

"Attending to the whims of the gentlefolk out of the warm and fuzzy goodness of her heart!" Jordan said with a sarcastic dramaticism, "The fuck do you think? The lodge is scattered- being hunted. Her King is deader than the leather of your pants. Plus, she needed a place where she wouldn't be noticed...or hanged," she stated bluntly and Geralt grunted in acknowledgement.

The Baron sighed, "Do you always have everything figured out?" he asked, his tone hinting to gloom.

Jordan shook her head, "Before being a Witcher, hell no. I was a soldier. Always took orders...always wanting to prove myself. To prove that I was strong," she smiled wryly, "But now that I'm on the Path? Now that I'm walking with a jackass...?" she chuckled, glancing over to Geralt, "I haven't had this much excitement since just before my change...but even so, being figured out is quite a stretch," Jordan shrugged at herself as she finished.

"Where did you serve?" the Baron asked curiously and Jordan's​ face went monotone.

"A godforsaken hell hole of dust, sand, burning heat and enemies who enjoyed playing on men's morals to get close...then, boom...they would quite literally blow themselves up to kill as many of my men as possible," she explained grimly, "There aren't enough drinks or bed-warmers in this world or any other to make me unsee what I've witnessed..." Jordan sighed, "So, when Ciri came to me, needing help and safe harbor, I didn't hesitate. Then, night riders, the wraiths who gallop on icy night skies, came for her...and I got her away to relative safety," she rest a hand over her medallion, "I only wish 'Vana could've seen this place..." she breathed, a pain twisting in her chest.

Geralt raised a brow at this, but chose to ask later...

***

Later, at night, they both went to the guest room, Geralt sleeping on the floor, Jordan in the bed...

As Geralt lay there on pillows, he hummed, "So...were you and 'Vana involved?" he asked and Jordan sat up in bed.

"It was Ivana and-...ugh, seriously...?" she scoffed at him.

Geralt rolled his eyes, "Just a question. You were near to tears in the Baron's study just thinking about her. And that's a lot of emotion coming from a Witcher," he explained his reasoning and Jordan groaned.

She smashed a pillow into her face, shouting, "Fuck a duck!" before slamming it down to the covers, "Do you really wanna know...?" she asked, looking over the edge of the bed, seeing him nod, wearing a cheeky smirk.

Jordan just took a deep breath and rolled on to her back, "We were best friends, Geralt...but, I mean, sure, we would get a little fucked up..." she crossed her arms, "But we never-...Well, we did once," Jordan felt herself flush in frustration.

"You were sleeping together?" Geralt asked and Jordan sighed heavily.

"It was one time and we were both drunk. In the morning we both agreed it was better left casual," she tried to brush it off, "I will admit though...the things we did...if-...if she had felt anything, I would've tried-" she paused, looking down at Geralt to find him grinning like boy staring through a peep hole, "Oh, you're a pig!" she chucked a pillow at him, laughing.

"Fine, fine! I just wanted to raise your spirits!" Geralt laughed.

Jordan grunted, "A beer would've​ raised my spirits, piss-pot. But talking about...back then? Now, I'm just thinking about home," she let her face hit her pillow.

Geralt chuckled at this, "There are worse things to think of, I believe," he sighed and Jordan just yawned, craving sleep....

A bit later, she was nearly out when Geralt suddenly asked, "So, are you just experimental...? Or...?" he asked and Jordan snapped.

"Oh my fucking God!" she threw herself out of bed, tackling the Witcher...