Gabriel switched accents as easily as breathing, and as uncomfortably jarring as listening to God described as 'daddy' had been, Skulduggery almost preferred that to Master. 'Master' put him in mind of the way Mevolent had wanted to be seen. But it was different for angels, obviously, so Skulduggery didn't say anything about it.

"The Sanctuary was attacked," he answered instead, continuing on towards the pier, just in case someone happened to look out a window when they Teleported. "He didn't go into detail, but it sounded bad. He'd like me to take a look. 'Consult,' is the word he used."

Fletcher was jogging to keep up. "But it's a trap, right? So why are we going?"

"Because it might well not be a trap, and I like to know about potential crises before they happen. Even so, Gabe and I are going to handle this one alone, until I can convince Guild to officially pardon everyone else."

"So you want me to take you just outside the Sanctuary, then?"

"That would be grand." Skulduggery hesitated. "And let Ghastly know that Wreath is still alive. I think he was a tad worried."