Before he spoke, before he even drew near, Zatanna could feel John. They were connected in a way that words could not sufficiently cover. Her magic was drawn to his and at his arrival it rang off like alarm bells, buzzing through her. Zatanna was not sure how this house worked, how the rooms shifted around her, but she knew for sure that the energy in her room was no one else’s but pure John Constantine.
She opened her eyes as he spoke to her. She couldn’t decide if she was happy to see him or not, but that wasn’t all that uncommon. In theory, she had been looking forward to having her ally here, but now the sarcasm and sexual comments… well, she glared at him as she stood up. “I see you haven’t changed much,” Zatanna said. But deep down, hell, she was relieved at that.
Yep. Happy to see him. Just don’t tell him and let it get to his head. “Seldnac tuo,” Zatanna muttered and the flames all went out with a puff of smoke. “Sthgil no.” The lamp turned on. “How’d we get here, John?”