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Chapters (81)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
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  77. Glossary
  78. Dramatis Personae
  79. Keep Reading …
  80. The Skulduggery Pleasant series
  81. About the Publisher

“It’s really not.” Militsa grabbed Valkyrie’s hand in both of hers. “Please, I didn’t mean it. It’s just something I blurted out without thinking. It was meant to be smart and arch and it was just … it was cruel.”

“It’s fine,” said Valkyrie. “And you’re right.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I’m not exactly a well-adjusted adult, Militsa. I can’t focus. I can barely use my magic. I don’t even know what my magic is any more. And I’m scared. All the time, I’m scared.”

“But you’re a good person, doing good things.”

“Debatable.”

“You’re a hero, Valkyrie. You were a hero to me when I was a kid, hearing about all those things you were doing. You can’t imagine how much that meant to me, to know that there was someone my age out there, making the kind of difference you were making.”

“It left scars.”

“Everything leaves scars. You just can’t see most of them. I’m really sorry I said what I said. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you. And maybe … maybe you have a unique perspective because of everything you’ve been through. When it comes to Omen and what he can handle, maybe you know best.”

“He only wants to be involved. I think it’s the least I can do.”

The tram stopped outside Corrival Academy, and Militsa stood. “Come on.”

Valkyrie frowned. “I’m heading on to the High Sanctuary.”

“To meet a Teleporter you don’t know? No, no, you’re getting off with me.” Militsa pulled Valkyrie from the tram a moment before it started moving again. “Omen has a friend who is Fletcher’s best student. If you need a Teleporter you know you can trust, Never is the one for you. Providing you can offer me some guarantee regarding the safety of my students …?”

“I can guarantee their safety,” Valkyrie said, “up to a point.”

“That … doesn’t reassure me.”

“They’ll be fine,” Valkyrie said. “I’ll have another adult with me to supervise. We’ll keep them as safe as we can and as far from danger as we can manage. Trust me.”

46

“We’re going to die,” Never whispered.

“We’re fine,” Omen assured her. “Just act natural.”

“Jenan knows we know. Is he looking over? He’s looking over here.”

“He’s looking at the clock.”

“What does he have in his hand? Is it a knife? Is it a gun?”

“It’s a pen.”

“What’s he doing with a pen?”

“His homework, I think.”

“Quiet down there,” Mr Chou said, not even looking up from the papers he was marking. The study hall was only half full. Whispers carried.