"How long you've wandered? Your guess is as good as mine," Constantine replied with characteristic indifference. "True, I followed your spirit, but I remained in deep slumber throughout."
Working backward from his physical awakening at the moment of return, Alistair calculated his spirit must have drifted for five months. Its presence during Caleb's crime proved those months weren't idle—though whether his spirit's appearance that night was coincidence remained unclear.
"Stop obsessing over this. Capture Caleb, and answers will follow. Ugh, I'm spent. Finish your search so we can leave," Constantine muttered through a yawn, his voice heavy with exhaustion.
Alistair mentally shook his head. Instead of clarity, each investigation bred more questions. Worse, nothing felt straightforward an
