It was brief. The connection between us.
Christina...
Where are you?
It was brief, but I received everything.
The cold. The loneliness. The darkness. The terror.
Why was I wasting my time on this jackass? And getting stabbed on top of it. Get a grip Andrew! You need to find her as soon as possible.
"Sir Roberts!" Arthur shouted as he rushed towards my side.
"Hey boy, you do know that if you help him, you'll be his accomplice right?" Ingram asked as he wiped my blood off his blade.
Arthur didn't respond. He was more concerned on checking on my wound than getting labeled as a criminal.
The stab was deep, but no internal organs were damaged. Classic SPD training: kill only when you have to. Still hurt like a bitch though.
"Stay still, sir," Arthur said and put his hands on my wound.
Healing magic huh... Gotta love that human versatility. As long as they know the spell for it, they can cast anything.