"She's sleeping." Constantine stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. "What's going on with your half-breed?"
"The sylphling is also sleeping. He may not wake before he passes. It'll be a mercy if that's the case."
"Whatever you say, elf."
Oren watched him carefully, letting the silence stretch before finally choosing to speak. "I know you saw it," he said. "Soon you won't be able to bind her, and you still have a ways to go before you get anywhere near the capital."
Constantine leaned back against the door, his arms crossing over his chest. "You've been putting all sorts of ideas in her head," he said back, his voice quiet and humming with a different timbre than usual. "Don't make me your enemy. I don't like killing for free."
"Your enemies are the people who want
