C7 Chapter 7.

ROSE’S P.O.V.

My eyes flickered curiously to my father, who looked rigid, his palms in a fist which he released, flattening it on the smooth surface as he leaned forward, his head tilted as he eyed the strange man who let out what sounded to be a snort.

“Oh come now, Geralt. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me so quickly.” He sneered. My brows crinkled in confusion