"There are a lot of things He chooses not to reveal," Skulduggery murmured. "But I'll admit, that's what makes life fun."
"Well, I'm not, either," Fletcher retorted, and if Valkyrie didn't know any better she would say he sounded jealous. "And I can't make stuff like that happen. What, do you just teleport the clothes?"
The car sped up as he talked, and Valkyrie glanced over to watch Skulduggery smoothly taking the Bentley around each bend like the car wasn't even on wheels. If ever there was someone who didn't seem to have physical limitations, it was Skulduggery when he was driving. Driving anything, really, but especially the Bentley. Seeing him proudly behind the steering wheel was one of Valkyrie's earliest memories of him, and it was one of the small things she had missed the most.
She smiled at him. "You didn't miss her at all."
"Was that sarcastic?" Skulduggery tilted his head towards her. "I hope that was sarcastic."
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"Well, I'm not, either," Fletcher retorted, and if Valkyrie didn't know any better she would say he sounded jealous. "And I can't make stuff like that happen. What, do you just teleport the clothes?"
The car sped up as he talked, and Valkyrie glanced over to watch Skulduggery smoothly taking the Bentley around each bend like the car wasn't even on wheels. If ever there was someone who didn't seem to have physical limitations, it was Skulduggery when he was driving. Driving anything, really, but especially the Bentley. Seeing him proudly behind the steering wheel was one of Valkyrie's earliest memories of him, and it was one of the small things she had missed the most.
She smiled at him. "You didn't miss her at all."
"Was that sarcastic?" Skulduggery tilted his head towards her. "I hope that was sarcastic."
"It was sarcastic."
"Well, good.