The next day at the Silvermoon Safehouse was filled with an unusual energy. Damien had wasted no time in spreading the word about the incident at The Underworld, and now every time Constantine walked by, someone would shout, "Lilith!" or make some comment related to her.
"Hey, Constantine, when's the wedding?" Darryl called out, laughter in his voice.
Constantine's face turned beet red as he glared at Darryl. "Shut up," he muttered before teleporting back to his room.
Jane was particularly enjoying the situation. She leaned back in her chair, chuckling as she watched Constantine's repeated disappearances. "Never thought I'd see the day he got so flustered."
Meanwhile, Shift sat in the corner, her face pale and her eyes distant. Jane noticed her unusual demeanor and decided to stir the pot a little more. She walked over, her smirk fading into a look of false concern.
