Valkyrie couldn't really bring herself to care about the Passage at that point. She was much too worried about Solomon.
Skulduggery wasn't saying anything, but even if he wasn't once again wearing his new skin, Valkyrie would have been able to tell how he felt by the way his head was tilted down towards the ground. Now, though, that tilt was mirrored by the frustration and anger in his face, which was incredibly jarring after so long of seeing nothing but a skeletal grin there.
She didn't need to ask why he wasn't coming, but it did heighten her own dread. What did Tenebrae do to Solomon? It couldn't have been anything that bad, it - it just couldn't. Necromancers were still human. The most they should have had to worry about was Solomon giving in to the addiction of power.
She was glad Erskine was coming, though. Erskine, Fletcher, and Gabe. They'd be fine, as long as Gabe didn't collapse again. They'd get Solomon back no problem. So why were her hands still shaking?
Fletcher seemed to know what she was thinking. He reached out and tentatively squeezed her arm, giving her a soft smile. It surprised her, but she smiled back in appreciation. "Everyone ready, then?" Fletcher asked, glancing at Erskine.
The earlier intrigue was gone. Now, Erskine just looked grim. "Ready when you are."
And Fletcher Teleported the four of them to just outside the graveyard. Valkyrie could see the roof of the mausoleum that served as the Temple's entrance from where they were standing. It had never failed to send shivers down her spine, and without that ring on her finger anymore, the effect was doubled.
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Skulduggery wasn't saying anything, but even if he wasn't once again wearing his new skin, Valkyrie would have been able to tell how he felt by the way his head was tilted down towards the ground. Now, though, that tilt was mirrored by the frustration and anger in his face, which was incredibly jarring after so long of seeing nothing but a skeletal grin there.
She didn't need to ask why he wasn't coming, but it did heighten her own dread. What did Tenebrae do to Solomon? It couldn't have been anything that bad, it - it just couldn't. Necromancers were still human. The most they should have had to worry about was Solomon giving in to the addiction of power.
She was glad Erskine was coming, though. Erskine, Fletcher, and Gabe. They'd be fine, as long as Gabe didn't collapse again. They'd get Solomon back no problem. So why were her hands still shaking?
Fletcher seemed to know what she was thinking. He reached out and tentatively squeezed her arm, giving her a soft smile. It surprised her, but she smiled back in appreciation. "Everyone ready, then?" Fletcher asked, glancing at Erskine.
The earlier intrigue was gone. Now, Erskine just looked grim. "Ready when you are."
And Fletcher Teleported the four of them to just outside the graveyard. Valkyrie could see the roof of the mausoleum that served as the Temple's entrance from where they were standing. It had never failed to send shivers down her spine, and without that ring on her finger anymore, the effect was doubled.