The fact that an Archangel was garnering so much enjoyment out of driving to a safehouse in the middle of nowhere through miles of empty highway made Ghastly smile. "Sure," he answered once he was in the front seat. "A proper roadtrip. Skul, I think we're going to need snacks."

"You need snacks," Skulduggery pointed out. "Gabe needs water blessed with beads in it, Fletcher needs less of a hair stylist allowance, and all I need is pleasant company."

Ghastly grinned. "I wonder if you can buy all that at gas stations these days?"

Fletcher hopped in next to Gabriel a moment later, and as soon as his door was shut, the Bentley was off. "I left them in Sydney," he announced, instantly relaxed with his knees up on the seat in front of him. "There's a really good place for ice cream there. How much longer is this going to take?"

"Two hours at least." Skulduggery twisted his skull towards Fletcher. "And if you try to start any of that 'Are we there yet?' drivel, I swear to Gabriel that you will wish all I do is leave you by the roadside. Are we clear?"

Skulduggery was one of the few people Ghastly had met who seemed capable of making Fletcher shrink in terror. Even the teenager's hair seemed to droop. "We're clear."