said. “Who said anything about going missing? No, no. You’re just going to be in a really long and really important meeting, that’s all.”
“Don’t be a fool,” said Strom. “You can’t win here, Ravel. There are more of us than there are of you. And the moment our mages get wind of what’s going on down here, the rest of the Supreme Council will descend on you like nothing you’ve ever seen.”
“Quintin, Quintin, Quintin... you make it sound like we’re going to war. This isn’t war. This is an argument. And like all arguments between grown-ups, we keep it away from the kiddies. You’ve got thirty-eight mages in the country? Ghastly, how many cells do we have?”
“If we double up we’ll manage.”
“Don’t make this any worse for yourselves,” said Strom. “An attack on any one of our mages will be considered an act of war.”
“There’s that word again,” said Ravel.
“This is insanity. Erskine, think about what you’re doing.”
“What we’re doing, Quintin, is allowing our people to do their jobs.”
“This is kidnapping.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. We’re just going to keep you separated from your people for as long as we need to resolve the current crisis. Skulduggery and Valkyrie are on the case. When have they ever let us down?”
Ravel turned to them, gave them a smile. “You’d better not let us down.”
Skulduggery inclined his head slightly, and Valkyrie went with him as he walked away.
“Holy cow,” Valkyrie whispered when they were around the corner.
“Holy cow indeed.”
Before Kitana and her friends had made it their temporary home, this had been a perfectly nice house. But now there were holes blown – and punched – through walls. Valkyrie did not envy the family who were going to return to this mess. Ordinarily there would have been a clean-up crew hard at work already, but with everything that had been going on they just couldn’t afford to bother with the little stuff.
“No sign of where they moved on to,” said Skulduggery. “Ghastly’s going to try and get a little more out of our prisoner, but I don’t like his chances. I think if Sean had anything else to tell us, he’d have told us.”
“Are you worried?”
“Do I look worried?”
“You never look worried.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not.”
“Are you worried about putting Quintin Strom in shackles?”
“Oh,” he said, “that. Hmm. I don’t know. It’s definitely a situation we have found ourselves in.”
“Could it lead to war?”
“Possibly.”
“But would they really go to war? I mean, war’s a pretty big deal. It’s huge, like. It’s war.”
“War is war,” Skulduggery admitted. “This is very true.”
“Would they really go to war over something so small as pulling a gun on a Grand Mage and imprisoning him and all of his bodyguards and sorcerers and stuff? It’s not like we killed him or anything. This isn’t Franz Ferdinand we’re talking about.”
“Hopefully, they’ll see the funny side of it.”
“There’s a funny side?”
“I don’t know. I’m hoping they’ll see it and point it out to us.”
“How long do you think we’ll have before Strom’s people start to get suspicious?”
“Ravel should be able to bluff his way through a few hours,” Skulduggery said, “so we’ll have to make the most of it. Do you realise that you’re holding your arm?”
Valkyrie looked down, suddenly aware of the dull throbbing. “Uh-oh.”
Skulduggery grabbed her shoulder and took out his phone. Valkyrie started texting. The room flickered.
“Ghastly,” Skulduggery said, “we’re about to shunt. We’ll be in touch.” He hung up.
Valkyrie’s thumb danced over her phone. Mum, phone battery almost dead! Staying at Hannah’s for extra studying and pizza!! Be home tomorrow xx
The throb in her arm was making her hand shake, but she pressed SEND and held her breath, waiting for the message to deliver.
And then the house vanished and they were outside and there was sunlight streaming through the trees. Skulduggery looked at her.
“Did it go through?”
She checked her phone, and nodded, breathing in relief. Even as she’d been writing it, she wondered if she was using too many exclamation marks, but she was glad she left them in. Nothing says “all is good with the world” like exclamation marks, after all.
“So,” Skulduggery said, “this is the alternate reality, then.”
Valkyrie watched him as he looked around. God, she was glad he was here.
“Right,” he said, “we need to get past the wall and into the City. We can’t fly in – they’ll have guards posted and all kinds of security systems, and we just don’t have the time to conduct reconnaissance. We’re going to need help. We need the Resistance.”
“If any of them are left,” she said. “The last time I saw them there was a whole lot of dying going on.”
“Then the best place to start looking would be the field where you last saw them.” He wrapped an arm round her waist, and they lifted off the ground. “You’ll have to direct me.”
“You realise,” Valkyrie said, “that China is the leader.”
“I do,” he replied.
“And you’re OK with that?”
“I am. Besides, there’s always the chance that she was among the ones who were killed by Mevolent’s forces.”
“Mr Bright Side,” she muttered.
Skulduggery took her high into the air until the fields became a patchwork quilt of colours separated by ditches, trails and hedges. The closest village was to the south and that’s where they flew. But Skulduggery slowed as they neared.
Not content with attacking the Resistance, Mevolent’s forces had obviously felt the need to vent their anger on the local populace. The buildings were burned and smashed, and bodies lay rotting in the sun, covered in swarms of black-bodied flies. Skulduggery didn’t land. They just hovered above the streets until he was sure that there was nobody down there living. Men and women and children. Even dogs. Unbridled hatred had swept through this little village leaving nothing in its wake. Valkyrie wondered how many of those innocent lives had been taken by Lord Vile. She could tell by Skulduggery’s silence that he was thinking the same thing. She hugged him a little harder.
They followed the main dirt road that led out of the village. There was a farm a few miles further south