Resurrection. Derek Landy
him. “I’ve just had this conversation with someone else. I’m not looking for any more friends. Do yourself a favour and stay out of my life.”
She walked by. For a moment, he thought she was going to lunge at him, to tear off his mask and reveal his face … but she passed him like she couldn’t be bothered with anything any more.
“Valkyrie,” he said.
She turned. Waited.
“Why did you let them hurt you?”
“They caught me by surprise,” she said.
“No, they didn’t.”
“Believe what you want. I don’t care.”
“One other thing? I, uh, I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this.”
She frowned. “Sorry?”
“Skulduggery,” Sebastian said. “Anyone else. It would be better if they didn’t know about me. Not yet.”
“Why?”
“I can’t tell you. Please, for now, keep this between me and you.”
She put her hands on her hips and looked down, like she was counting to ten. She raised her head. “Listen, Mr Beakface—”
“Plague Doctor.”
“—I’m not comfortable keeping any secrets from Skulduggery, even the important ones. I wouldn’t view meeting you as important.”
“Valkyrie, please. When I can explain myself, I will. I know it’s asking a lot, but … trust me.”
She sighed. “Fine,” she said, and walked away.
Two minutes later, the Bentley pulled up by the side of the road and Valkyrie got in.
“A guy in a stupid mask asked me not to tell you he exists,” she said, reaching back to pet Xena.
Skulduggery nodded. “Fair enough.”
They drove east through the city, parked and went walking. Xena, on a leash but without a muzzle, investigated every stray scent. Valkyrie hadn’t been to this part of Roarhaven since it had been rebuilt. The apartment blocks were big – the apartments within them small. The streets, though new, had already developed potholes. Mostly uninhabited, with little in the way of shops, the few people they passed there either stared at Valkyrie in shock or actually crossed to the other side to avoid her.
“This is not doing my self-esteem any good whatsoever,” she muttered.
“Maybe they’re afraid of the dog,” Skulduggery said.
“They’re afraid of something.”
Skulduggery took off his hat and placed it on her head. “Is that better?”
“I look stupid.”
“Not everyone can pull off a hat like this, it’s true.”
She tugged the brim low, shielding her face as they approached a mother and small child. The kid pointed at Skulduggery, ignoring Valkyrie and Xena altogether. She kept the hat on.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“There’s a bar somewhere around here,” Skulduggery answered. “From what I’ve heard, it’s rife with anti-mortal sentiment.”
“You think the bad guys drink there? What’s it called?”
“The Mage’s Lament.”
“What’s he lamenting,” she asked, wincing slightly, “not ruling the world? Bit of a long shot, isn’t it, checking out a bar the bad guys might frequent?”
“I am merely aware that my twenty-four hours with you are slipping away, so I thought we may as well try a few long shots while we’re together. Are you feeling OK? You’ve gone quite pale.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just have a headache starting up.”
“Probably from all the punching you’ve recently undergone.”
She shrugged. “People don’t like me here. I have to get used to it.”
“So you’re not going to alert the City Guard, have these people arrested?”
“They attacked; I defended. It’s over. Besides, it’s not like the City Guard would take me seriously. They’re probably looking for any excuse to slap the shackles on me.”
“Perhaps you’re right. I suppose I should just be thankful that this mysterious stranger showed up in time to rescue you.”
“He literally landed on the guy’s head. He didn’t rescue anyone. Stop saying that.”
“I just find it amusing that you’d need to be rescued.”
“First of all, I didn’t need anything of the sort. Second, what are you talking about? You used to rescue me all the time.”
“That was different. That was the natural flow of events. I’d rescue you, you’d rescue me, it’s how we worked. It’s how we work still. We’re there for each other, aren’t we? Until the end?”
“I suppose.”
Xena stopped walking, started whining. Valkyrie crouched, ruffling her fur. “What’s wrong with you, huh? What’s wrong with my baby?”
Skulduggery looked around. “I think we’re going the wrong way,” he said, and turned. Valkyrie followed as he walked back the way they came, Xena trotting happily ahead of her.
“It’s not like you to get lost,” Valkyrie said.
“I have many things on my mind. And, judging by the long periods of silence you sink into, so do you.”
“I don’t have to be talking every moment we’re together, do I?”
“No,” he said. “But that’s never stopped you before.”
She shrugged. “The world is a scary place, and it’s only getting scarier. The American president is a narcissistic psychopath. Fascism, racism, misogyny and homophobia are all on the rise. We’ve ruined the environment. Animals are going extinct faster than I can name them. Bullying is everywhere. Nobody talks to anyone who doesn’t share their views. Everyone hates. Everyone shouts. Everyone cries. There is literally no escape for the human race unless someone steps in and orders them to be better. But the only people who could do that are sorcerers, and that would bring about the war with the mortals that Cadaverous Gant and these anti-Sanctuary nutjobs so desperately want. So … y’know. Rock and a hard place.”
“You think cheery thoughts, don’t you?”
“Can’t help it. I’m a naturally optimistic person.”
They reached the Bentley and it unlocked with a beep.
“How’s the headache?” Skulduggery asked.
“Fading,” Valkyrie said. “Are we not sticking around? I thought we had to find The Mage’s Lament.”
“I’ve decided that I don’t like long shots. They’re annoying, and rarely work out. Besides, it’s the middle of the day – I doubt there’s anyone interesting there right now. A better use of our time might be to take a drive up to Cassandra Pharos’s cottage.”
Xena jumped in the car and Valkyrie