Crossbreeds Part 2: Chapter 16 Is it Okay to Talk? by RedPhantom ()
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Nim went next door to his room and cast the spell.
“Jo, I missed you,” he said.
“Nim! I wasn’t expecting you to scry yet.” Her smile reached from ear to ear. Nim could feel the bond again, and her joy caused his own to double.
“Is it okay to talk?” It looked like she was home, but was she alone?
Nim thought about talking to Jo about Remtani. But this had to be brief. He’d augmented both of the scrying spells, but that didn’t give him infinite energy.
“I wanted to let you know we got to Yarba safely and check on you.”
“I’m glad to hear you’re there safe. Everyone here is okay. We got more snow the other day.”
Nim growled. “I like summer better.”
“You mean that when I run around in bathing suits?”
“Don’t draw that while you’re up there,” she requested.
Nim sighed. “Okay. I’ll only draw you fully clothed here.”
“Thanks. You don’t know these people,” Jo reminded him. “You don’t know how they’d react to a picture like that.”
“What about something like this?” He quickly drew her in her winter clothes, complete with hooded coat, stocking hat, scarf, and gloves.”
She laughed. “Perfect.” Nim loved it when she smiled.
“I need to go and save my strength,” he told her.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Reluctantly, he ended the spell.
“It’s coming from in here,” a voice came through the door.
A man burst into the room, followed by several soldiers. Two men grabbed Nim, and threw him to the ground, pinning him. He could have easily thrown them off, but the others were all armed and he didn’t know what was going on.
“Were you casting, or is there someone else in here?” The man demanded. He was Kamlia’s advisor, but Kamlia never introduced him.
“I was,” Nim admitted.
“Get him up.”
The soldiers pulled him to his knees. The advisor approached with a collar and wristbands of copper. Nim growled. The points of three swords were at his throat instantly.