Fletcher, still reeling from Valkyrie's unexpected tackle, took a moment to grin back at Gabe. "Yeah. But not nearly often enough."
"I thought you said he'd get less arrogant with time," Skulduggery muttered. It wasn't a serious accusation. Not really. There wasn't a single person here who wasn't proud of Fletcher, Skulduggery firmly included. If it weren't for the young Teleporter, everyone in the Stadium would be dead. Even Guild admitted, clearly and genuinely, that Fletcher had just saved 80,000 lives where Guild would have ended them all. And, more importantly, that Guild owed Fletcher everything. Which was true, and all very well and good, except that Fletcher's old smirk returned after the comment and it hadn't left his face for longer than a few seconds yet.
Skulduggery was going to have to teach him arrogance with charm. It would take a few years, but Fletcher was a surprisingly fast learner.
"What happened to Scarab?" Valkyrie asked.
"The Cleavers have him in custody. Dusk, thanks to a certain friend, is incapacitated and back in custody. Springheeled Jack is hopefully regretting his life decisions right alongside them. Crux is officially unaccounted for. What about Sanguine?"
Valkyrie made a face. "He got away. We let him go so we could save Guild's family."
Somehow, the answer didn't impede on Skulduggery's fairly cheerful demeanor. He liked when he won. He usually let that feeling of victory last for as long as possible before it inevitably faded to make room for more doom and gloom. "Ah, well. You can't win them all."
"If we didn't win this one, 80,000 people would be dead and the whole world would know about magic."
"Then it's a very good thing we won this one, isn't it?" Skulduggery glanced at Gabe. "What are you doing back here?"
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"I thought you said he'd get less arrogant with time," Skulduggery muttered. It wasn't a serious accusation. Not really. There wasn't a single person here who wasn't proud of Fletcher, Skulduggery firmly included. If it weren't for the young Teleporter, everyone in the Stadium would be dead. Even Guild admitted, clearly and genuinely, that Fletcher had just saved 80,000 lives where Guild would have ended them all. And, more importantly, that Guild owed Fletcher everything. Which was true, and all very well and good, except that Fletcher's old smirk returned after the comment and it hadn't left his face for longer than a few seconds yet.
Skulduggery was going to have to teach him arrogance with charm. It would take a few years, but Fletcher was a surprisingly fast learner.
"What happened to Scarab?" Valkyrie asked.
"The Cleavers have him in custody. Dusk, thanks to a certain friend, is incapacitated and back in custody. Springheeled Jack is hopefully regretting his life decisions right alongside them. Crux is officially unaccounted for. What about Sanguine?"
Valkyrie made a face. "He got away. We let him go so we could save Guild's family."
Somehow, the answer didn't impede on Skulduggery's fairly cheerful demeanor. He liked when he won. He usually let that feeling of victory last for as long as possible before it inevitably faded to make room for more doom and gloom. "Ah, well. You can't win them all."
"If we didn't win this one, 80,000 people would be dead and the whole world would know about magic."
"Then it's a very good thing we won this one, isn't it?" Skulduggery glanced at Gabe. "What are you doing back here?"