As the girl vanished into the night unscathed, Constantine clicked his tongue. "What in blazes was that? You let her slip away like smoke through your grasp!"
Alistair rubbed his temples. "I don't know—the moment I saw that blue glow in her eyes, my mind went blank. Like my Spiritual Power connection snapped like a cut wire."
Constantine's pupils dilated with sudden understanding. "A mental-type Spirit Curse. Mild cases scatter your thoughts. Severe ones? Lights out." He gave Alistair a pointed look. "You're greener than spring grass in battle."
"I've only had two real fights in my life!" Alistair protested. Then his voice dropped. "But... her face feels familiar somehow."
"Oh?" Constantine's voice thrummed with sudden intensity, making Alistair wonder—was that eagerness or dread about
