The campfire flared as Spencer tossed another log onto it. Constantine had been sitting silently, sullenly staring into the flickering flames. He thought the unexpected explosion of sparks would have broken his boss from his stupor, but it had no effect. That concerned Spencer and made him question if they should continue to Obsidian so Constantine could challenge the Dragon Lord for control of the clan.
Spencer looked around the fire to the members of their small contingency. All the men seemed to be uncomfortable with the silent and tense atmosphere at their campsite. The young warlock, Charles Mooney, who had agreed to help them hide, appeared to be the most disturbed by the situation. He kept shifting and wiggling where he sat, nearly hidden in the dark from the others.
“Constantine,
