"Archangel," Valkyrie corrected Wreath, a moment before a sheepish shrug. "Technically. A bare-footed Archangel in a cowboy hat."
Not for the first time, Skulduggery was grateful he didn't have to hide his grin. They would probably pay for this later, somehow. Wreath might find a way to take revenge, or - even worse - want to help. But for now, at least, Skulduggery was enjoying his obvious bewilderment and fear, even if it meant the Passage was exactly as terrible as it was being implied to be.
I can't promise you that, Skulduggery wanted to answer Gabe, but he thought better of it. Because for one thing, he could; he just didn't want to. The very fact that Gabriel needed him to promise at all didn't foretell good things, but for the Archangel, there wasn't much Skulduggery couldn't promise. When a divine being trusted you with absolute certainty, it made you want to live up to that trust.
That depends, was his next instinctive response. Was Wreath planning on hurting anyone?
In the end, it wasn't faith or trust that made Skulduggery nod assent. It was a simple matter of logic. No matter what the Passage was or what Wreath would have been willing to do, hurting him now wouldn't gain them anything, and it might even lose them a valuable asset in stopping the Passage, if it came to that. "I won't," Skulduggery told Gabe after a long, level look, and he meant it. He turned back to Solomon. "But you will answer all of our questions, and you will tell Valkyrie everything she wants to know. No exceptions."
Valkyrie didn't say anything for the moment. She, like Skulduggery, was waiting for Gabe to explain the Necromancers' prophetic Passage.
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Not for the first time, Skulduggery was grateful he didn't have to hide his grin. They would probably pay for this later, somehow. Wreath might find a way to take revenge, or - even worse - want to help. But for now, at least, Skulduggery was enjoying his obvious bewilderment and fear, even if it meant the Passage was exactly as terrible as it was being implied to be.
I can't promise you that, Skulduggery wanted to answer Gabe, but he thought better of it. Because for one thing, he could; he just didn't want to. The very fact that Gabriel needed him to promise at all didn't foretell good things, but for the Archangel, there wasn't much Skulduggery couldn't promise. When a divine being trusted you with absolute certainty, it made you want to live up to that trust.
That depends, was his next instinctive response. Was Wreath planning on hurting anyone?
In the end, it wasn't faith or trust that made Skulduggery nod assent. It was a simple matter of logic. No matter what the Passage was or what Wreath would have been willing to do, hurting him now wouldn't gain them anything, and it might even lose them a valuable asset in stopping the Passage, if it came to that. "I won't," Skulduggery told Gabe after a long, level look, and he meant it. He turned back to Solomon. "But you will answer all of our questions, and you will tell Valkyrie everything she wants to know. No exceptions."
Valkyrie didn't say anything for the moment. She, like Skulduggery, was waiting for Gabe to explain the Necromancers' prophetic Passage.