Present:
Freya
“A kiss.”
Blind rage filled my body. All I saw was red, all I felt was hatred.
How DARE he?
Before my mind could form any sort of words in response, my fist connected with his jaw in a satisfying CRACK.
Until the pain started.
So consumed in my fury, I had allowed my instincts to take over entirely…and thrown my punch with my splinted hand. This was not the same as the strikes I had been throwing while Geralt and I had our friendly sparring, ones too light to hurt either one of us. This one had been aimed to hurt. Unfortunately, it seemed I was the only one affected.
“AHHHH!!!” I doubled over, cradling the arm to my chest.
Instinct and experience told me it was likely rebroken. Fury told me that I did not care in the slightest.
Tender hands touched me, and even
