Erskine followed. He didn't particularly want Wreath to be there, but he couldn't really find it in himself to object just then. He couldn't really find it in himself to regret what he said, either, partly because Corrival vindicated him, and partly because it was true. Anton telling Erskine about Vile, seeing Skulduggery again, even hearing Ghastly talk about it so calmly - none of that even came close to this. Because for a moment, back there, Erskine could believe he was interrogating one of Mevolent's men.

It made him sick to his stomach.

Lucifer. Satan. The Devil himself was going to be here God-knew-how-soon, and... and none of them had the first idea how to prepare. Because one Archangel was wrapped around Vile's little finger, and the other one... hell, did the other one even know?

Securing a car was easy. Technically, they still had the one from that morning signed out. Or so Dex said, anyway, and Erskine didn't respond. He must have looked angry enough to worry Dexter, though, because on the drive to the Hotel, the Adept dialed Ghastly and asked the tailor to meet them there.

Again, Erskine wasn't sure how to feel about that. He glanced back at Wreath, then settled down and stared out the window as they drove. "What are you doing here?"