"Damn, that's messed up." Goosebumps erupted across Alistair's skin like an icy breath down his neck. The tale made his hair stand on end.
"So dig too close to the truth, and poof—the world might erase you. Probably take me down with you too," Constantine said, flashing that trademark s**t-eating grin.
"World's secrets can go screw themselves—I've got enough problems already." The sudden shift in Constantine's tone lightened the mood, and Alistair waved it away like swatting a fly.
Truth was, they were light-years from solving cosmic mysteries. With his memories in fragments, Alistair was too busy scrambling to recover his lost Myrkvalen memories and track down Caleb.
Nothing here seemed worth investigating—except one burning question: What the hell had Caleb typed after that creepy sp
