Demonborn

"Now, will I get that kiss, or do you prefer to remain unable to speak my name?" Viktor drawls, his fingers drumming on the table in a slow tune, his body language completely relaxed, in contrast with mine.

"You can keep the part where I can't say your name, since I fucking hate you anyway." I sneer at him, surprising myself with how easy it is for him to get a reaction out of me. "I do, however, want my ability to speak of what happened that night back."

Viktor's lips twitch, yet the smile doesn't falter. He stretches his arms up and runs a hand through his hair to discreetly fix his hairstyle, no doubt. "Shame, you seemed to like my name on your lips."

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In the Cursed Lands, wielding magic is what makes you or breaks you. Risa Mai wields only her two fists, a sharp tongue and a will made of steel. Under the wing of Mikail, an old bar owner in the slums of Novigrad, Risa simply wants to blend in and enjoy the simpler things in life, such as her convoluted relationship with her closest friend, Sazir. One day, an unexpected letter threatens to disturb Risa Mai's longstanding comfort, thrusting her into the world of Viktor Valor, the most infamous magic wielder in all of the Cursed Lands. Risa never trusted the magic wielders, so Viktor, the living legend behind their self-proclaimed supremacy, is what she would consider enemy number one. When the two meet and Risa discovers that Viktor knows far too much about her secretive past, she is given only two options: work with me or disappear.

Warning: strong language and mature themes.