“Nykin!” Selene came running toward them, her hair loose and flying about her face as she hurried across the sand. They’d spotted her from the sky, and by the look on her face, whatever she had to tell them wasn’t going to be good. Nykin rubbed his side and across his stomach. The dull throb was still there under his skin but steadily getting less and less, and that worried Nykin even more. “Fimor, it’s getting weaker. Can you feel it?” “Yes, Nykin. I feel it.” “That’s bad, isn’t it?” Fimor turned to face him and let out a puff of air. It sounded very much like a resigned sigh, and Nykin almost didn’t want him to answer. “Yes. It’s bad.” Selene skidded to a halt in front of them. She rested her hands on her knees as she bent over, trying to catch her breath. “There’s been an attempt on the barrier.” She stood up straight, and drew in a couple more deep breaths before continuing.
