"You're back… and stronger," Dream said, her voice calm but edged with a quiet, almost mocking curiosity. She stood right in front of the Lightning God's door, the faint shimmer of mana curling around her like a second skin. "I take it you've received more of his strength, hm?"
Geralt's eyes narrowed, the corner of his lips twisting into a sneer.
"Never knew you were spying on me, hag."
"I'm not spying on you," she replied smoothly, her tone so neutral it almost felt cold. "You're not worth spying on. After all, you betrayed your own race just for a taste of power. That's something I will never understand."
He chuckled without humor. "So what? You going to run off and tell the other demigods?"
