Skulduggery heard and understood Gabe's pointed comment as well as the implication behind it, but he chose to ignore that. Again, this was a well-worn argument they'd had many times before - even once before Skulduggery knew Gabe was an Archangel - and restarting it now would just waste valuable time. Besides, he was much more interested in his car.
Underneath the tarp, it gleamed just like the day he'd gotten it. They'd taken good care of her while Skulduggery was gone. It even looked like Valkyrie had been paying enough attention during Skulduggery's explanations to know exactly how to keep it in tune - or at least who to take it to. Skulduggery laid a hand on the bodywork. He could nearly imagine it humming with synchronization.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Valkyrie piped up, doubling back past Gabe to the garage doorway. "Give me a minute."
Skulduggery waved her away with his free hand, then glanced up at Gabriel. "Did I ever tell you about my car? It's a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental. One of only 208 ever made."
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Underneath the tarp, it gleamed just like the day he'd gotten it. They'd taken good care of her while Skulduggery was gone. It even looked like Valkyrie had been paying enough attention during Skulduggery's explanations to know exactly how to keep it in tune - or at least who to take it to. Skulduggery laid a hand on the bodywork. He could nearly imagine it humming with synchronization.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Valkyrie piped up, doubling back past Gabe to the garage doorway. "Give me a minute."
Skulduggery waved her away with his free hand, then glanced up at Gabriel. "Did I ever tell you about my car? It's a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental. One of only 208 ever made."