My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 19 | The Night We Met

Geralt POV

Geralt frowned. "You said there another half," he replied. "Something you hadn't told me." His own life was already practically forfeit. He wasn't too worried about it. Dying would undoubtedly be painful, but then, he lived in a world of pain. What was a little more?

He resisted the urge to lean in and kiss Jaskier. They needed to focus. He needed Jaskier to focus. If this was valuable information, then Geralt needed to know it. He couldn't do anything to help Jaskier later on if he was still in the dark. His chances of helping Jaskier were slim, though. But he could still help the other men, women, children, and everyone on between that were being held by Pankratz.

How Geralt was going to achieve that, he had no idea. But gathering and storing information seemed to be a good place to start. At the very least, it wasnt going to be a poor one. Once he knew enough and Vesemir had sent him to London, then Geralt could start looking around the manor. Could start working on smuggling people out and on seeing if Jaskier still lived. Chances were, though, that if he did die, then Geralt would already know. He was the heir to the family business, after all. He was valuable. Losing him was news that was sure to reach Vesemir's ears soon enough.

Julian POV

Jaskier looked to Geralt, his face was serious. Julian was inside of him, bursting to come out, slap Geralts hand away and say no, go against him and not allow his mouth to keep on moving but fuck. Julian himself probably wouldn't do that, he should know because he just switched.

Julian narrowed his eyes slightly to Geralt and shook his head. "my love, I can't tell you because if I do I danger you. I can't... I can't do that to you. If I asked you to tell me what your trials were, you wouldn't. Because although we are business partners, we are also enemies now because of our positions." he explained lightly. Before he shook his head and looked down a little." I shouldn't even be here." he said, he shouldn't. He should be in London. Managing his business he had now, trying to make it so that the others could be free. Geralt and him will never see each other again. What the fuck was he doing?

He looked down fully now, slightly to the side of where Geralt's foot was. He should not be here, he should not be in love, he should not be yearning to see this man in form tof him who has betrayed him before, again. And yet. Here he was. Wanting. Weak and wanting.

He looked back up to Geralt, he knew what had happened to himself. Geralt knew some of what he has gone through, he didn't need to know any more. He didn't need to know the things that he has done. What has been done to him. The changes they made to his body.

Geralt POV

Geralt frowned slightly, watching the subtle changes to Jaskier as he shifted into Julian. Julian was the only one who he could be, given the circumstances, and Geralt could tell that he was no longer Jaskier.

They were enemies now too, yes, but that had always been true. They'd always been on opposing sides, they just hadn't known it. Knowing it was dangerous, more so than just being, but neither of them were things they could help.

He snorted lightly instead. "I'm already in danger, plenty of it from you. What's a little more?" He didn't like disregarding his survival instinct, but besides needing to know, he also simply wanted to. That sort of carelessness and desire was sure to get him killed someday, he knew, but it could also get him things.

Though few of them would be good.

Geralt shoved away that thought. He could do good with this information. When Julian got killed, Geralt would be someone free and on the outside who knew about the proceedings going on with the Pankratz family business. Vesemir would know things too. There'd be two of them then, which was a good deal safer than just one.