"You were attacked?" Erskine was through the door only a second after Corrival, and it didn't take much to deduce what Solomon meant by his offhanded remark. Skulduggery was probably the only thing keeping him upright. "By whom?"

"Sanguine," Skulduggery answered him. "Ambushed him in the bathroom and locked me out with a seal. Fortunately, Solomon isn't as helpless as even our enemies seem to be assuming."

Erskine's gaze combed the room very quickly, but he wasn't a detective. No furniture was overturned, no signs of a struggle anywhere, and that was all he could see. Skulduggery probably saw a lot more. Skulduggery could probably piece together the entire fight with just a cursory glance. Erskine didn't know much beyond what he and Corrival had been hastily told on their way here, and what they'd been told... didn't make any sense at all. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder into the hallway. "The fellow back there said this room was glowing."

"Ah, yes. That would have been Solomon."

He said it like that was some sort of explanation, and Erskine wondered if he was missing something obvious. "Has Solomon become a light bulb since last I saw him?"

"Not really."

"Is this supposed to make sense to me?"

Skulduggery shrugged one shoulder, careful not to dislodge Solomon on his other side. "Probably not."

When would Erskine learn that getting a straight answer out of Skulduggery was more trouble than it was worth? He turned, exasperated, to Solomon instead. "Why were you glowing?"