Chapters (81)
“Good.” His voice was weak. “But the knife did a lot of damage, so I have to stay very still for everything to settle back into place. I am so incredibly bored.”
“I’d say so.”
“How are you? I heard what happened to Skulduggery.”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m OK. I’ll get him back.”
“I don’t doubt it. Who was it stabbed me?”
Valkyrie sat on the chair beside his bed. “His name is Nero. A Teleporter. I don’t know how he did it, how he followed you. I’ve never even heard of that before.”
“Me either,” Fletcher said, “and I’ve read practically every book written about Teleporters. Not that there are many. There are, like, four.”
“You’ve read four books?”
“I’ve changed,” he said, and smiled again.
“Thanks, by the way,” she said. “For coming to get us like you did. You saved our lives.”
“I’d blush, but I doubt I have enough blood for it. Besides, I didn’t have a choice. The call came in that Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain were in trouble and what was I going to do, ignore it? You were my first love. I had to go charging to the rescue.”
“My hero.”
“Yeah, I’m awesome. Hey, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you look … sad.”
“I’ll be fine. Skulduggery being gone … it’s temporary. That’s all.”
“He’ll come back to you,” said Fletcher. “If anyone can snap him out of whatever it is that’s affecting him, it’ll be you.”
“Yeah.”
“How you doing, Val? Really?”
She looked away, then back. “Not good,” she said.
41
She said her goodbyes to Fletcher and walked towards the exit. She was almost there when the doors opened ahead of her and Temper Fray and Omen Darkly hurried in from the street. She stared.
“I heard what happened,” Temper said, his face still puffy from a recent beating. “What’s the plan?”
Valkyrie blinked at him. “What?”
“The plan,” he repeated, like he was talking to a four-year-old. “To stop them from resurrecting Abyssinia. What is it?”
“I don’t … I don’t know what … Temper, how are you still alive?”
“Omen rescued me,” Temper said.
“Omen’s supposed to be in school.”
“I’d never have thought Skulduggery would shoot you,” Temper said. “I mean, not actually shoot you. Not you.”
Valkyrie shook her head. “Wait, stop, we’re not finished talking about this. I’m glad you’re alive and everything, but Omen, Skulduggery told you to stay out of it from now on, didn’t he?”
Omen nodded, like the guilty schoolboy he was.
“Again, I’m glad Temper isn’t dead, but this isn’t a game we’re playing.”
“I know,” Omen murmured.
“I don’t think you do. Look at me. Look at the fear in my eyes. You think any of this is fun?”
“No.”