Alistair carefully weighed Constantine's suggestion. Since Angelina remained unaware, he'd keep his identity as her mysterious opponent from that night hidden. The pressing matter now? Uncovering how his sister had gained Spiritual Power in the first place.
Problem was, Alistair's spiritual energy barely surpassed Angelina's. Leaving traces of his Spiritual Awareness on her would be like ringing a dinner bell—impossible to miss. If he wanted to monitor her, he needed a subtler approach.
"Well, well, well. Stalking your own sister?" Constantine's voice dripped with mockery, undoubtedly wearing that infuriating smirk. "What a model big brother you are." With little else to amuse him these days, teasing Alistair had become the demon's favorite pastime.
"Shut your trap. Can't expect pearls
