Dexter stared, almost slack-jawed, at the phone. "You knew? You knew and Descry didn't tell me? I've known since--since almost when he came back. Just after a mission where Vile surprised us when he didn't turn up. Descry had a bad night. I wasn't even meant to know, really, and--"
"Stop talking," Corrival ordered.
"Yessir." Dexter shut up, but didn't stop staring at the phone. The stare exploded into a grin, an extremely wicked grin answering Erskine's, and then the blond started laughing in behind Erskine's gleeful prodding.
He stopped laughing long enough to tilt his head in a Skulduggery way. "To be fair, they are really powerful sorcerers. Just not human. And Merlin is human. Just only half human and half an angel."
"That damned detective," Corrival grumbled with just a little more edge to his tone than there usually would have been. "His mooning over his new angelic boyfriend is a pain in my ass. Can't get him to focus. Messing up all over the place. Withholding important information. Like the fact that Lucifer is on his way from Gabe's dimension."
"Oh yeah," Dexter added, "Gabe's brother Rafe came to play too. He painted Dublin red. Well, he and the Teleporter you should be meeting at any moment now. He makes a very hot lady. Rafe, not the Teleporter you should be meeting at any moment now. I'd bet you a shoulder-rub you can't make an Archangel fall into your arms, Saracen."
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"Stop talking," Corrival ordered.
"Yessir." Dexter shut up, but didn't stop staring at the phone. The stare exploded into a grin, an extremely wicked grin answering Erskine's, and then the blond started laughing in behind Erskine's gleeful prodding.
He stopped laughing long enough to tilt his head in a Skulduggery way. "To be fair, they are really powerful sorcerers. Just not human. And Merlin is human. Just only half human and half an angel."
"That damned detective," Corrival grumbled with just a little more edge to his tone than there usually would have been. "His mooning over his new angelic boyfriend is a pain in my ass. Can't get him to focus. Messing up all over the place. Withholding important information. Like the fact that Lucifer is on his way from Gabe's dimension."
"Oh yeah," Dexter added, "Gabe's brother Rafe came to play too. He painted Dublin red. Well, he and the Teleporter you should be meeting at any moment now. He makes a very hot lady. Rafe, not the Teleporter you should be meeting at any moment now. I'd bet you a shoulder-rub you can't make an Archangel fall into your arms, Saracen."