"Ah." That iciness from Ravel was far beyond what Solomon had been expecting. Ravel had by far been among the more genial of people who'd received him. Except now. Shudder had also reacted, stiffening with the sound of Solomon's voice, lifting his head just enough to watch the ex-Necromancer out of the corner of his narrowed eyes.
There were a few reasons why that might be. Two, actually. One, Ravel and Shudder knew what the Necromancers had been planning all this time. Two, Ravel and Shudder knew that Skulduggery had been Lord Vile and no longer wished any association with Necromancers at all.
Given what Skulduggery had been involved in lately, somehow Solomon thought he had more things on his mind that spreading it around what the Temple meant to do. At least in comparison to the other. He smiled grimly, looking ahead to the corridor. "He's down here somewhere, I'm sure, but I'm quite acquainted with these halls by now, having been confined by a rather sadistic doctor for the last two days. There's an exam room this way. He'll be nearby. And I'm no longer a Necromancer, by the way."
The last was added in mild afterthought.
Shudder wheezed something that might have been a laugh, but then he coughed, his shoulders wracking, and it took a moment to catch his breath. Solomon didn't wait for that long; he laughed himself, rather sardonically. "Yes, I know; sounds absurd. Unfortunately my former brothers-in-arms don't find it nearly so amusing and I found myself in need of the professor's services."
"Why?" Shudder rasped, his frame tense under Solomon's shoulder even though the Adept submitted to the aid.
"Have you met ... Gabe ... yet?" Solomon returned, faltering just slightly on the Archangel's name. He'd never get used to that. It seemed ... disrespectful.
The way Shudder stiffened once more was answer enough.
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There were a few reasons why that might be. Two, actually. One, Ravel and Shudder knew what the Necromancers had been planning all this time. Two, Ravel and Shudder knew that Skulduggery had been Lord Vile and no longer wished any association with Necromancers at all.
Given what Skulduggery had been involved in lately, somehow Solomon thought he had more things on his mind that spreading it around what the Temple meant to do. At least in comparison to the other. He smiled grimly, looking ahead to the corridor. "He's down here somewhere, I'm sure, but I'm quite acquainted with these halls by now, having been confined by a rather sadistic doctor for the last two days. There's an exam room this way. He'll be nearby. And I'm no longer a Necromancer, by the way."
The last was added in mild afterthought.
Shudder wheezed something that might have been a laugh, but then he coughed, his shoulders wracking, and it took a moment to catch his breath. Solomon didn't wait for that long; he laughed himself, rather sardonically. "Yes, I know; sounds absurd. Unfortunately my former brothers-in-arms don't find it nearly so amusing and I found myself in need of the professor's services."
"Why?" Shudder rasped, his frame tense under Solomon's shoulder even though the Adept submitted to the aid.
"Have you met ... Gabe ... yet?" Solomon returned, faltering just slightly on the Archangel's name. He'd never get used to that. It seemed ... disrespectful.
The way Shudder stiffened once more was answer enough.