"So, let me get this straight—you couldn't solve some problem, and since I happened to be unconscious nearby, you slapped me twice?" Constantine's anger kept boiling over as Alistair explained, his voice trembling with barely restrained rage.
"I thought you were faking it or just asleep! And I was already frustrated from overthinking. The first slap was for that—the second one was payback for you cursing at me the moment you woke up!"
"Stop. You're making it worse." Constantine cut him off, realizing Alistair was just messing with him. "Every word out of your mouth pisses me off more."
"Then explain this—why does connecting with the world require mentally begging 'Someone save me'?" Alistair demanded, zeroing in on what really mattered. The idea of bonding with cosmic forces through des
