Sanguine looked up from his seated position beside Skulduggery. “There’s somethin’ written on it,” he said, slurring his words. “The key. Look.”
Skulduggery turned it over and Tanith stepped up, but all she could see was flat gold. “I can’t see anything,” she said.
“I can,” Skulduggery murmured. He tilted the key till it caught the light. “It’s faint, but it’s there.”
She peered closer. “You sure it’s not just your imagination playing tricks?”
“When my imagination plays tricks,” Skulduggery answered, “they’re a lot more elaborate.”
“I swear, I can’t see anything.”
“That’s because you’re lookin’ with your eyes,” Sanguine said, his head drooping. “Me an’ the skeleton, we ain’t got eyes.”