"You were like a little brother to him. And, like most older brothers, he was jumping at the chance to show you off."
Skulduggery didn't say anything to confirm what Ghastly had said. He didn't even imply it. But there was a warmth in his tone which Solomon remembered almost hearing back when they were friends, a warmth he'd forgotten--the sort that made his chest glow on the rare occasions he was able to hear it. How many times, he wondered, was it there and he just couldn't tell?
But now he could tell. He could see the way all the panes facing him shone gold. It made him have to consciously withhold the smile, and even then his lips quirked with a flicker of it.
"Of course not. I haven't changed at all. Can't you tell?"
Erskine's soul shone, but this wasn't exactly with the same warmth as in Skulduggery's soul. This came with a quiver of mischief in his leaves and needles, and Solomon tilted his head at the other Elder. "You're meant to be firing people, not plotting whatever it is you're plotting."
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Skulduggery didn't say anything to confirm what Ghastly had said. He didn't even imply it. But there was a warmth in his tone which Solomon remembered almost hearing back when they were friends, a warmth he'd forgotten--the sort that made his chest glow on the rare occasions he was able to hear it. How many times, he wondered, was it there and he just couldn't tell?
But now he could tell. He could see the way all the panes facing him shone gold. It made him have to consciously withhold the smile, and even then his lips quirked with a flicker of it.
"Of course not. I haven't changed at all. Can't you tell?"
Erskine's soul shone, but this wasn't exactly with the same warmth as in Skulduggery's soul. This came with a quiver of mischief in his leaves and needles, and Solomon tilted his head at the other Elder. "You're meant to be firing people, not plotting whatever it is you're plotting."