“But wouldn’t they have to swallow it?” Valkyrie asked.
“Well, yes …”
“And how would you get a vampire to swallow the water before it killed you?” Kenspeckle blinked and didn’t say anything.
“Never mind,” Valkyrie said quickly. “I’m sure, you know, you’d find a way. Like, you could throw the water into its mouth when it’s, uh, about to bite you.”
Kenspeckle’s shoulders slumped, and Valkyrie felt incredibly guilty that she had poked a hole in his plan. “Leave me,” he said a little mournfully.
“I’m sorry …” Valkyrie began, but he held up his hand.
“No need to apologise. I am a medical genius, a scientific genius, but obviously not a tactical genius. And to think, for the last 180 years I was unafraid of vampires because I had a vial of salt water tied around my neck. What an idiot.”
Kenspeckle shuffled off and Skulduggery patted Valkyrie on the shoulder. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’ve just reinstated a 300-year old neurosis. Our work here is done.”
Feeling absolutely terrible, Valkyrie followed him back the way they had come. They passed the two assistants in white labcoats, Stentor and Civet, wrestling in an empty room. Valkyrie had been here more times than she could count, and sights like this were not uncommon. The assistants waved, then got back to wrestling.
Valkyrie was the first one down the stairs, and she walked to the back of the screen and stepped through. She jumped from the stage, turned and waited for Skulduggery. She watched him pass through the image of the door, and a moment later the film flickered, the screen went blank and the gloom closed in. He left the stage and the curtains began to drift together behind him.
“Who was that on the phone?” she asked, trying to forget about what she had done to Kenspeckle.
“The Grand Mage,” Skulduggery said, “checking in on us once again. His eagerness to recover the Baron is making him quite … irritable.”
“He’s always irritable.”
“Obviously he’s decided to take it to new heights.”
“I wish Meritorious was still alive. He was a good Grand Mage. Guild is … He’s like a politician, like he’s got people to please.”
They left the cinema and walked into the bright sunshine, and Skulduggery didn’t say anything until they got to the Bentley.
“We’re supposed to meet Tanith at the library, so I’m going to drop you off there and meet up with you later, is that OK with you?”
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere special. I just have some … things to do.”
“Why did you pause?”
“I’m sorry?”
“You paused. You have some … things to do. Why did you pause?”
“No reason, I just—”
“You’re up to something.”
“No—”
“Then why’d you pause?”
“Get in the car.” She got in. He got in.
“Seatbelt,” he said.
“Why’d you pause?”
His head drooped. “Because I’m up to something.”
“And why can’t I come with you?”
“Because it’s something sneaky.”
“Do you promise to tell me later?”
“I do.”
“Well, all right then.” She clicked her seatbelt into place. “Let’s go.”
Valkyrie went into the tenement building and climbed the stairs, passing a man who didn’t have a shadow. She got to the third floor just as China Sorrows crossed from the library to her apartment.
“Valkyrie,” China said. “How nice to see you again so soon.” The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite.
“That’s beautiful,” Valkyrie said, looking at it.
“Isn’t it? This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times, I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt. Would you like to come in?”
“Sure,” Valkyrie said and followed China inside. She closed the door after her. She would never have admitted this, but Valkyrie adored China’s apartment. The carpet was lush and intricate, the décor was elegant and restrained, and it looked out over Dublin in such a way that the city seemed prettier and more romantic than it had ever been.
“Any new developments?” China asked, picking up a stack of letters and rifling through them.
“Not especially. I was attacked earlier though.”
“Oh?”
“By a vampire and his minions.”
“Can’t stand those things,” China said. “Once they bite, the infected person has two nights of mindless slavery to endure, and if they’re not treated, they become full vampires. Such a horrible condition. Did you happen to catch his name?”
“Dusk.”
“Yes, I know Dusk. He has a habit of holding grudges. I had an associate who crossed him. It took years, but Dusk finally managed to track him down and the death he provided was not a quick one. There was a lot of blood and screaming and …”
She caught herself, and smiled. “I apologise. I must confess to being in a very bad mood of late. Because of this Grotesquery business, everything I’ve worked so hard for – my library, my collections, my influence – all of it could be wiped out in the blink of an indifferent eye.”
“Along with the rest of the world,” Valkyrie reminded her.
“Yes. That would be unfortunate also.” China put the letters down. “Have you seen him yet? The Baron?”
“No. Not yet.”
China sat on the luxurious yet tasteful sofa. “An unusual man. He likes to think of himself as straightforward. He is anything but. He shares the same elitist attitude as Nefarian Serpine, but where Serpine was independent and self-serving, the Baron carried out his duties with a selflessness, and a blind and unwavering faith. What Serpine began, Vengeous seeks to finish. To him, the return of the Faceless Ones is the only thing that has ever truly mattered.”
“Sounds like you know him well.”
“Oh, I do. Didn’t Skulduggery tell you? I too used to worship the Faceless Ones.”
Valkyrie felt her face drain. “What?”
China smiled. “Obviously he didn’t tell you. Bliss and I were raised in a family that worshipped the dark gods. My brother rejected our family’s teachings at an early age, but it took me some time to do the same. While I worshipped, however, I joined a small group of like-minded individuals, of which the Baron was one. Remember when I told you that there is nothing more dangerous than a zealot? We were dangerous even by a zealot’s standards.”
“I … I didn’t know that.”
China shrugged. “I was young and foolish and arrogant. I’ve changed. I’m not foolish any more.” She laughed. Valkyrie forced a smile.
“And now,” China continued, “you’re wondering,