"For a time, I had hoped I might find the end of your wire. Then it became more of a chore," Constantine said jadedly. "Would that you had been less aware, perhaps." His eyes shifted to me. "Or maybe, it is just a good thing that events fell as they did." Constantine smiled sharply. "So glad an Origin Mage fell from the sky?" "No." He looked at me. "Just that she did." The charged silence that followed made me itch at the elbow. Constantine's lips firmed and a Molotov cocktail of emotions swirled within him."