Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“How are you feeling?” Biana asked her. “You look . . . really good.
Is that a new tunic?”
“It is! Flori made it for me, and it has all these cool pockets for—”
“Can we discuss fashion later?” Sandor interrupted gently. “The
less time we spend around the prisoner, the better.”
“Right. Sorry. Should we get started?” Sophie asked Fitz.
“Are you going to bother explaining what you’re doing to me this
time?” Alvar wondered. “Or do I just get to sit here hoping you don’t
shatter my sanity?”
“You get to sit there,” Fitz told him, pressing two fingers against
one of Alvar’s temples and reaching for Sophie with his other hand.
“I’m assuming we’re going gloves off,” Sophie verified.
“Are you up for that?” Fitz asked.
She nodded, peeling off her gloves and handing them to Biana,
who’d moved to stand between them in case they needed someone to
lean on.
“But I’m only making contact with you,” Sophie warned Fitz. “I
don’t think it’d be good to boost Alvar.”
“Yeah, definitely not,” Fitz agreed.
“Am I supposed to know what you’re talking about?” Alvar asked.
They both ignored him, each taking a breath to steady themselves
before Sophie laced her fingers with Fitz’s, letting the warm energy
grow stronger and stronger between them before they stretched out
their consciousness and shoved into Alvar’s mind.
They started with probing, since they’d never tried that on him
before—transmitting any words they could think of that might
connect to his time with the Neverseen.
SPY!