"If the two of you manage to get yourselves stuck in the ether somewhere," Skulduggery answered without looking up, "I'm not coming to find you. I've had enough of the ether. You'll be on your own."

Fletcher's face grew pale. "Is that... can that happen?"

"He's just poking fun at you," Valkyrie tossed back over her shoulder, although she had been wondering too. Strange how she'd gone from being totally paranoid about the Archangel, to fascinated by him, to trusting him despite his injuries, and then to being vaguely discomforted by his words - all in the space of a couple of hours. Valkyrie was never going to be able to take any religion seriously ever again.