“She’s pretty.”
Constantine continued to watch Vica’s figure recede into the distance with narrowed eyes. “Where did you find him?” he asked, decisively ignoring Yezia’s comment. “Do you even know what you’ve picked up?”
“We take in a lot of strays. Bren’s a lucky find.” The blonde was sitting cross-legged on the grass a few feet away from him, absently running her fingers along the edge of her rapier. “We don’t ask questions if they’re willing to help, especially ones like him.”
“Some stray. I don’t have any particular problem with mongrels, but you’ve got something special on your hands this time. He’s even more of an abomination than your golem-hybrid trophy, old man.” Constantine paused to turn and look around at Yowan. “If she’s still alive, that is. Good thing you’ve go
