If Skulduggery didn't know Gabe very well by this point, he might have thought the Archangel had been reading his mind, especially since the detective was fairly sure he hadn't been praying to anyone. Either Gabe was just that observant, or it was a coincidence. Either way, Skulduggery was pleasantly surprised.
Valkyrie, who didn't know Gabe nearly as well, twisted in her seat with a wide-eyed stare. "You can do that?" she and Fletcher both exclaimed at the same time.
"I sincerely hope that isn't true," Skulduggery said, ignoring them and glancing at Gabe in the rear view mirror while he backed out of the garage. "We've put her through enough pain. Seat belts, everyone." He backed onto the road, turned the car, and put the Bentley in gear. "Although, we may as well ask the expert. Do cars have souls, Gabe?"
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Valkyrie, who didn't know Gabe nearly as well, twisted in her seat with a wide-eyed stare. "You can do that?" she and Fletcher both exclaimed at the same time.
"I sincerely hope that isn't true," Skulduggery said, ignoring them and glancing at Gabe in the rear view mirror while he backed out of the garage. "We've put her through enough pain. Seat belts, everyone." He backed onto the road, turned the car, and put the Bentley in gear. "Although, we may as well ask the expert. Do cars have souls, Gabe?"