Solomon was very fortunate Skulduggery caught Valkyrie's attention with his news of the Dublin-Kerry game, or Valkyrie would have seized Solomon's observation with both hands and never stopped pestering until he told them at least one story about the things Skulduggery had made him do.
As it was, her heart stopped. 80,000 people. She'd only been to the Stadium once before, with her dad when she was nine, but she'd loved it. Talked nonstop in the car all the way home, which was a rare feat even back then. The idea that Scarab might blow the whole stadium up, and kill all those people, just because he wanted revenge on the Sanctuary...
It was unthinkable. But it was happening.
"Hm?" Skulduggery glanced over at them with a suspicious head tilt Valkyrie thought she recognised. "Oh. Yes, I probably should. Fletcher, the moment we're out of sight, take us to the Hibernian. We need to be quick."
Confusion. That was it. That was the head tilt Skulduggery used whenever something didn't make sense to him. And since Valkyrie knew the Desolation Engine's location made 'perfect sense,' as Gabe pointed out, she also knew that the skeleton's current confusion stemmed from Ghastly willingly calling him. Just to help him out. Skulduggery told Valkyrie, during their talk back at the safehouse, that Ghastly apologised indirectly last night for breaking his jaw; and Skulduggery's head had been tilted the same way back then, because Skulduggery Pleasant couldn't fathom why anyone would continue to help him, continue to be friendly, after learning that he'd been Lord Vile.
If he ever actually asked, Valkyrie could have spared him the confusion. Gabe and Solomon may have been joking about Skulduggery's magnetism, but there was definitely an element of truth to it.
"Have you ever been to the Stadium?" Tanith asked Fletcher, jolting Valkyrie out of her thoughts.
"Of course. VIP area, mostly."
"Don't take us to the VIP area," Skulduggery said. "Not at first. Ghastly and an old friend of mine are going to meet us there. As is Guild, presumably, if I ever get this bloody thing to work."
Valkyrie raised an eyebrow at him. "Need some help?"
"Confounded, blasted thing," Skulduggery muttered, poking at the phone's screen with about as much of his usual grace as an angry pigeon.
Valkyrie grinned, rolled her eyes, and took the phone from him. "Here. Let me do it. What's the number?"
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As it was, her heart stopped. 80,000 people. She'd only been to the Stadium once before, with her dad when she was nine, but she'd loved it. Talked nonstop in the car all the way home, which was a rare feat even back then. The idea that Scarab might blow the whole stadium up, and kill all those people, just because he wanted revenge on the Sanctuary...
It was unthinkable. But it was happening.
"Hm?" Skulduggery glanced over at them with a suspicious head tilt Valkyrie thought she recognised. "Oh. Yes, I probably should. Fletcher, the moment we're out of sight, take us to the Hibernian. We need to be quick."
Confusion. That was it. That was the head tilt Skulduggery used whenever something didn't make sense to him. And since Valkyrie knew the Desolation Engine's location made 'perfect sense,' as Gabe pointed out, she also knew that the skeleton's current confusion stemmed from Ghastly willingly calling him. Just to help him out. Skulduggery told Valkyrie, during their talk back at the safehouse, that Ghastly apologised indirectly last night for breaking his jaw; and Skulduggery's head had been tilted the same way back then, because Skulduggery Pleasant couldn't fathom why anyone would continue to help him, continue to be friendly, after learning that he'd been Lord Vile.
If he ever actually asked, Valkyrie could have spared him the confusion. Gabe and Solomon may have been joking about Skulduggery's magnetism, but there was definitely an element of truth to it.
"Have you ever been to the Stadium?" Tanith asked Fletcher, jolting Valkyrie out of her thoughts.
"Of course. VIP area, mostly."
"Don't take us to the VIP area," Skulduggery said. "Not at first. Ghastly and an old friend of mine are going to meet us there. As is Guild, presumably, if I ever get this bloody thing to work."
Valkyrie raised an eyebrow at him. "Need some help?"
"Confounded, blasted thing," Skulduggery muttered, poking at the phone's screen with about as much of his usual grace as an angry pigeon.
Valkyrie grinned, rolled her eyes, and took the phone from him. "Here. Let me do it. What's the number?"