““Dare's going to bring you more trouble,” Olivia said, as if she too understood that volatility was more perilous than cold dislike. “You know, Price,” Constantine said, leaning back even more, his roiling emotions calming more than they had in hours. “I think, someday, I might not dislike you.” “Whatever, Leandred. If I could peel you away from Ren, you'd already be sticking to a waste receptacle somewhere.” “Likewise.” For a moment, they both felt oddly serene and in entire accord.””
