Pollux of Temeria

"I'm your inevitable destiny Geralt of Rivia." She spat. "Whether you choose to accept it or not, we are bound to one another in more ways than one."

"I need no one." Geralt sneers as he moves closer to her.

"Perhaps not, yet here we are." Rather than backing down she moves closer with the same ferocity.

"You're a mystery, Pollux of Temeria. A female Witcher, are you sure you're not a God?" The witcher questioned looking down at the smaller woman who's chest was now pressed against his.

"If I was, do you think I'd be wasting my time on you?"She snarled.