Erskine blinked, just the slightest bit nonplussed, before he shook his head with amusement. "And you were trying to say that 'Prophet Wreath' was too pretentious?"
"It is," Skulduggery spoke up from the corner of the office, where he'd remained standing against the wall with his arms folded. "Let's not jump to any conclusions until we can have the 'divine' aspect verified by an expert."
Verified by an expert. Right. And that was only half the problem at the moment, disregarding the obvious question of why Sanguine was trying to kill an Elder. The other half was what the witnesses in the corridor outside - of which there were only two, thank God - truly saw. How much they'd figure out. How much they'd tell others.
If Erskine was lucky, the stories would be as vague as they sounded, and the only real tidbit to get out would be that Solomon wasn't exactly helpless. That could easily be spun into a good thing. It was practically a good thing already. If Erskine was very unlucky, one of them actually saw Solomon himself glowing, and who knew where the stones would fall from there. Fortunately, Erskine very much doubted they saw more than a weird glow coming from the office.
Sanguine, on the other hand...
"Do we know who hired Sanguine?" he asked, figuring Skulduggery might already know.
The skeleton inclined his head. "We don't. But we can guess."
"The Temple?"
"No. The Temple, we can rule out. Sanguine himself admitted he was hired to make it look like the Temple was involved, but Tenebrae's far too careful for something this rash. Besides, the Temple wouldn't have been able to heal Sanguine back to his full ability."
Sanguine was back to his full ability? Damn it. No wonder he'd been able to sneak in so easily. A dark expression settled over Erskine's face. He still may not be sure about Wreath, but an attack against one Elder was an attack against them all. "Then who did?"
"That," said Skulduggery, "is what I'm going to try and find out."
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"It is," Skulduggery spoke up from the corner of the office, where he'd remained standing against the wall with his arms folded. "Let's not jump to any conclusions until we can have the 'divine' aspect verified by an expert."
Verified by an expert. Right. And that was only half the problem at the moment, disregarding the obvious question of why Sanguine was trying to kill an Elder. The other half was what the witnesses in the corridor outside - of which there were only two, thank God - truly saw. How much they'd figure out. How much they'd tell others.
If Erskine was lucky, the stories would be as vague as they sounded, and the only real tidbit to get out would be that Solomon wasn't exactly helpless. That could easily be spun into a good thing. It was practically a good thing already. If Erskine was very unlucky, one of them actually saw Solomon himself glowing, and who knew where the stones would fall from there. Fortunately, Erskine very much doubted they saw more than a weird glow coming from the office.
Sanguine, on the other hand...
"Do we know who hired Sanguine?" he asked, figuring Skulduggery might already know.
The skeleton inclined his head. "We don't. But we can guess."
"The Temple?"
"No. The Temple, we can rule out. Sanguine himself admitted he was hired to make it look like the Temple was involved, but Tenebrae's far too careful for something this rash. Besides, the Temple wouldn't have been able to heal Sanguine back to his full ability."
Sanguine was back to his full ability? Damn it. No wonder he'd been able to sneak in so easily. A dark expression settled over Erskine's face. He still may not be sure about Wreath, but an attack against one Elder was an attack against them all. "Then who did?"
"That," said Skulduggery, "is what I'm going to try and find out."