Playing With Fire. Derek Landy
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Skulduggery observed Guild for a moment before answering. “Of course, Grand Mage.”
Guild dismissed them with a curt nod, and as they were walking back through the corridors, Valkyrie spoke.
“Guild doesn’t like me.”
“That’s true.”
“He doesn’t like you either.”
“That is mystifying.”
“So what about Vengeous? Is he bad news?”
“The worst. I don’t think he’s ever forgotten the time I threw a bundle of dynamite at him. It didn’t kill him obviously, but it definitely ruined his day.”
“Is he all scarred now?”
“Magic gets rid of most physical scars, but I like to think that I scarred him emotionally.”
“How about on the Evil Villain Scale? Ten being Serpine, one being Scapegrace?”
“The Baron, unfortunately, turns it all the way up to eleven.”
“Seriously? Because, you know, that’s one more evil.”
“It is indeed.”
“So we’re in trouble then.”
“Oh, yes,” said Skulduggery darkly.
The sorcerer had seen him, picked him out in the crowd as he disembarked. Vengeous had walked away from the crowd, led the sorcerer somewhere quiet, out of the way. It was an easy kill. He had taken the sorcerer by surprise. A brief struggle and Vengeous’ arm had wrapped around the man’s throat. He hadn’t even needed to use his magic.
Once he had disposed of the body, Vengeous walked deeper into Dublin City, relishing the freedom that was his again after so long.
He was tall and his chest was broad, his tightly-cropped beard the same gun-metal grey as his hair. His clothes were dark, the jacket buttons polished to a gleam, and his boots clacked on the street-lit pavements. Dublin had changed dramatically since he’d been here last. The world had changed dramatically.
He heard the quiet footsteps behind him. He stopped but he didn’t turn. The man in black had to walk around him, into his line of sight.
“Baron,” the man said in greeting.
“You’re late.”
“I’m here, which is the main thing.”
Vengeous looked into the man’s eyes. “I do not tolerate insubordination, Mr Dusk. Perhaps you have forgotten.”
“Times have changed,” Dusk responded evenly. “The war is over.”
“Not for us.”
A taxi passed, and the sweeping headlights illuminated Dusk’s pale face and black hair. “Sanguine isn’t with you,” he noted.
Vengeous resumed walking, Dusk by his side. “He will join us soon, have no fear.”
“Are you sure you can trust him? I appreciate that he freed you from prison, but it took him eighty years to do it.”
Were Dusk any other man, this remark would have been the height of hypocrisy, as he himself had not lifted one finger to help Vengeous either. But Dusk was not any other man. Dusk was scarcely a man, and as such, loyalty was not in his nature. A certain level of obedience perhaps, but not loyalty. Because of this, Vengeous harboured no resentment towards him.
The resentment he harboured towards Sanguine on the other hand …
Dusk’s breathing suddenly became 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.