strained. He reached into his coat and fumbled with a syringe, then jabbed the needle into his forearm. He depressed the plunger, forcing the colourless liquid into his bloodstream, and moments later he was breathing regularly again.
“I’m glad to see you’re still in control,” Vengeous said.
Dusk put the syringe away. “I wouldn’t be much good to you if I wasn’t, would I? What do you need me to do?”
“There will be some obstacles to our work, some enemies we will no doubt face. The Skeleton Detective for example. Apparently he has an apprentice now – a dark-haired girl. You will wait for them outside the Sanctuary, tonight, and you will follow them, and when she is alone, you will fetch her for me.”
“Of course.”
“Alive, Dusk.”
There was a hesitation. “Of course,” Dusk repeated.
“I notice you haven’t mentioned how I was thrown off a tower tonight,” Valkyrie said as they crossed the road.
“Does it need mentioning?” Skulduggery queried.
“Scapegrace threw me off a tower. If that doesn’t require mentioning then what does?”
“I knew you could handle it.”
“It was a tower.” Valkyrie led the way into one of the tenement buildings.
“You’ve been thrown off higher,” Skulduggery said.
“Yes, but you were always there to catch me.”
“So you’ve learned a valuable lesson – there will be times when I’m not there to catch you.”
“See, that sounds to me like a lesson I could have been told.”
“Nonsense. This way, you’ll never forget.”
Skulduggery removed his disguise as they climbed the stairs. Just as they reached the second floor, Valkyrie stopped and turned to him.
“Was it a test?” she asked. “I mean, I know I’m still new at this, I’m still the rookie. Did you hang back to test me, to see if I’d be able to handle it alone?”
“Well, kind of,” he said. “Actually, no, nothing like that. My shoelace was untied. That’s why I was late. That’s why you were alone.”
“I could have been killed because you were tying your shoelace?”
“An untied shoelace can be dangerous,” Skulduggery said. “I could have tripped.”
She stared at him. A moment dragged by.
“I’m joking,” he said at last.
She relaxed. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I would never have tripped. I’m far too graceful.”
He moved past her and she glowered then followed him to the third floor. They walked to the middle door and a slight man with large round spectacles and a bow tie opened it and let them in.
The library was a vast labyrinth of tall bookcases, one that Valkyrie had managed to get herself lost in no fewer than eleven times. It seemed to amuse Skulduggery no end whenever she found herself at a dead end, or even better, back where she had started, so she let him lead the way.
China Sorrows passed in front of them, wearing a dark trouser suit with her black hair tied off her face. She stopped and smiled when she saw them. The most exquisitely beautiful woman Valkyrie had ever seen, China had a habit of making people fall in love with her at first glance.
“Skulduggery,” she said. “Valkyrie. So good to see you both. What brings the Sanctuary’s esteemed investigators back to my door? I’m assuming it is Sanctuary business?”
“You assume correctly,” Skulduggery said. “And I’m sure you already know why we’re here.”
Her smile turned coy. “Let me think … a certain recently-liberated Baron? You want to know if I’ve heard any particularly juicy rumours?”
“Have you?” Valkyrie asked.
China hesitated, looked around and gave them another smile. “Let us talk privately,” she said, leading them out of the library and across the hall, into her luxurious apartment. Once Skulduggery had closed the door she took a seat.
“Tell me, Valkyrie,” she said, “how much do you know about Baron Vengeous?”
Valkyrie sat on the couch, but Skulduggery remained standing. “Not a whole lot,” she said. “He’s dangerous. I know that much.”
“Oh yes,” China agreed, her blue eyes twinkling in the lamplight. “Very dangerous. He is a fanatical follower of the Faceless Ones, and there is nothing more dangerous than a zealot. Along with Nefarian Serpine and Lord Vile, Vengeous was one of Mevolent’s most trusted generals. He was assigned to their most secret operations. Have you ever heard of the Grotesquery, my dear?” Valkyrie shook her head.
“Before he was caught, Baron Vengeous was given the task of resurrecting a Faceless One from the remains found in a long-forgotten tomb.”
Valkyrie frowned. “Is that even possible? Bringing one of them back to life after all this time?”
It was Skulduggery who answered her. “Bringing a Faceless One back whole proved to be beyond his abilities, so Vengeous combined the remains with parts and organs from other creatures, forming a hybrid, what he called a Grotesquery. But even then an ingredient was missing.”
China took over. “Two ingredients actually. First, he needed a Necromancer’s power to revive it and then, once it was alive, he needed something to keep it that way.
“When Lord Vile died, Vengeous thought he could harness Vile’s power. Vile was a Necromancer, a practitioner of death magic – shadow magic. It is the Necromancer way to place most of their power in an object, or a weapon or, in this case, his armour.”
“So if Vengeous wore that armour,” Valkyrie said, “he’d have all Vile’s power …”
“But he couldn’t find the armour,” Skulduggery said. “Lord Vile died alone, and his armour was lost.”
“What about the other missing ingredient? Did he find out what that was?”
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