Calypso stared at Lord Commander Alaric, her mind racing with possibilities. The timing matched perfectly with that strange, overwhelming sensation she'd experienced a few days ago—that inexplicable moment when pain had shot through her chest and tears had spilled down her cheeks without warning.
"This Thornslayer," she said, setting her spoon down carefully. "When exactly did this attack occur?"
Alaric's weathered face showed surprise at her interest. "Three days past, according to the messenger. Just before sunset."
That was it. That exact moment I felt him. Calypso pressed a hand to her chest, remembering the phantom pain that had struck her while standing at her window. She hadn't understood it then, but now it made perfect sense. Their connection—their divine entanglement—had allowed her to feel Xavier's battle even across the distance separating them.
"Is something wrong, Selene?" Torval's bushy eyebrows drew together, his spoon hovering halfway to his mouth.
