Erskine froze at the sound of a voice that definitely wasn't Kenspeckle Grouse's, or any of the man's assistants - at least not that Erskine remembered. But he had a new one now, didn't he? Ever since the Grotesquery business?
... It would not have been Solomon Wreath.
Erskine instinctively stiffened, his hand on Anton's side clenching into a fist, but Wreath didn't attack. He didn't even have his cane with him. Quite the contrary, the Necromancer actually stepped forward and helped.
Did that mean Kenspeckle knew he was here? Had to, unless Wreath was harboring a death wish. Did Skulduggery know he was here? Because if not, there was definitely going to be hell to pay.
Of course, Erskine couldn't quite bring himself to care at the moment. His voice, when he spoke, was flecked with ice. Not because he didn't like Wreath - even though he didn't - but because Erskine quite suddenly had a huge problem with Necromancers, stemming beyond just that they gave him the creeps. "His Gist nearly got out. Where's Professor Grouse?"
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... It would not have been Solomon Wreath.
Erskine instinctively stiffened, his hand on Anton's side clenching into a fist, but Wreath didn't attack. He didn't even have his cane with him. Quite the contrary, the Necromancer actually stepped forward and helped.
Did that mean Kenspeckle knew he was here? Had to, unless Wreath was harboring a death wish. Did Skulduggery know he was here? Because if not, there was definitely going to be hell to pay.
Of course, Erskine couldn't quite bring himself to care at the moment. His voice, when he spoke, was flecked with ice. Not because he didn't like Wreath - even though he didn't - but because Erskine quite suddenly had a huge problem with Necromancers, stemming beyond just that they gave him the creeps. "His Gist nearly got out. Where's Professor Grouse?"