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tephanie climbed through her bedroom window to find her reflection sitting on the bed in the darkness, waiting for her.

“Are you ready to resume your life?” it asked.

Stephanie, who was finding it very disconcerting to hold a conversation with herself, merely nodded. The reflection went to the mirror and stepped through, then turned and waited. Stephanie touched the glass and a day’s worth of memory flooded into her mind. She watched the reflection change, the clothes Stephanie was wearing appearing on it. And then it was nothing more than a reflected image in a mirror.

Stephanie woke the next morning, not happy with what she had to do. Dressed in jeans and T-shirt, she thought about calling on the reflection to imitate her again, then decided against it. The reflection gave her the creeps.

Realising that she could not put it off any longer, Stephanie trudged over to her aunt’s house and knocked on the door. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and Stephanie forced a smile on to her face, but it wasn’t a smile that was returned when the door opened and Crystal looked out at her.

“What do you want?” her cousin asked suspiciously.

“Just thought I’d call round,” Stephanie said brightly. “See how you all are.”

“We’re fine,” Crystal said. “We’ve got a stupid car and a stupid boat. How’s your house?”

“Crystal,” she said, “I know you’re probably angry about the inheritance and everything, but I don’t know why I was left all that either.”

“It’s because you were sucking up to him,” Crystal sneered. “If we’d have known that all it took was just to be all smiles and have conversations with him, then we’d have done that stuff too.”

“But I didn’t know—”

“You cheated.”

“I didn’t cheat.”

“You had an unfair advantage.”

“How? How could I have even known he was going to die?”

“You knew,” Crystal said. “You knew that sooner or later he was going to die, but you got in so early, the rest of us didn’t stand a chance.”

“Did you even like him?”

There was that sneer again. “You don’t have to like someone to get something from them.”

Stephanie resisted the urge to punch Crystal’s smirking face long enough for Beryl to pass the doorway. She saw Stephanie and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Stephanie,” she said, “what are you doing here?”

“She thought she’d call round,” Crystal said, “to see how we are.”

“Oh, that’s very nice of you, dear.”

Crystal took this opportunity to walk away without saying goodbye. Stephanie focused on Beryl.

“You’re not wearing the brooch Gordon left you?”

“That horrid thing? No, I am not, and I don’t think I ever will. It doesn’t even sparkle for heaven’s sake. People know something is cheap if it doesn’t sparkle.”

“That’s a shame. It looked pretty, though, from where I was standing; it would have looked nice with one of your cardigans—”

“We saw you yesterday,” Beryl interrupted.

“I’m sorry?”

“In a horrid yellow car, with that dreadful Skulduggery Pleasant.”

Stephanie felt the instant flutters of panic in her belly, but she made herself frown and give a puzzled laugh. “Um, I think you may be mistaken. I was home all day yesterday.”

“Nonsense. You passed right by us. We saw you quite clearly. We saw him, too, all covered up like last time.”

“Nope, wasn’t me.”

Beryl smiled piously. “Lying is a sin, did you know that?”

“I’d heard the rumour…”

“Fergus!” Beryl shouted back into the house and a few moments later her husband walked out of the living room. He was at home every day now after suffering a “serious fall” at work. He was in the process of suing his employers, claiming that it was their negligence that resulted in his debilitating injuries. He didn’t look too debilitated as he approached the door.

“Fergus, Stephanie here says she wasn’t in the car with that awful Mr Pleasant.”

Fergus scowled. “She’s calling us liars?”

“No,” Stephanie said with a half-laugh. “Just that it must have been somebody else.”

“Stephanie,” Beryl chided, “let’s not play games. We know it was you. It’s such a tragic thing to see, a dear sweet innocent child like you falling in with the wrong crowd.”

“Wrong crowd?”

“Weirdos,” Fergus said with a sneer. “I’ve seen their kind before. Gordon used to surround himself with people like that, people with… secrets.”

“And why does he hide his face anyway?” Beryl asked. “Is he deformed?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Stephanie said, fighting to keep her voice even.

“You can’t trust people like that,” Fergus continued. “I’ve been around them my whole life, seen them coming and going. Never wanted anything to do with them. You never know who you’re dealing with or what sordid little things they get up to.”

“He seemed all right to me,” Stephanie said as casually as she could. “He seemed quite nice, actually.”

Beryl shook her head sadly. “I don’t expect you to understand. You’re only a child.”

Stephanie bristled. “You’ve never even spoken to him.”

“Adults don’t have to speak to other adults to know if they’re bad news or not. One look, that’s all we need.”

“So anyone different from you is bad news?”

“Anyone different from us, dear.”

“My parents always told me never to judge someone by how they look.”

“Yes, well,” Beryl said primly. “If they think they can afford to live in ignorance, then that’s their mistake.”

“My parents aren’t ignorant.”

“I never said they were, dear. I just said they lived in ignorance.”

Stephanie couldn’t take this any more. “I need to pee,” she said suddenly.

Beryl blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Pee. I need to pee. Can I use your bathroom?”

“I… I suppose…”

“Thanks.”

Stephanie stepped in past them both and hurried up the stairs. She went into the bathroom, and when she was sure Beryl wasn’t going to follow her up, she crept into the master bedroom and went straight to the jewellery box on the dresser. It was a massive thing, each of its compartments bulging with tacky trinkets that sparkled and twinkled and glittered. She found the brooch in a slide-out compartment at the base of the box, where it nestled with a single hoop earring and a pair of tweezers. She stuck it in her pocket, closed the jewellery box and left the room, then flushed the toilet in the bathroom and bounded down the stairs.

“Thank you,” she said brightly, and Beryl opened her mouth to continue their conversation but Stephanie was already halfway down the garden path.

Stephanie sat on one of the boulders that sealed off the north end of the beach, waiting for Skulduggery. The weathermen had been predicting an end to the dry spell, but the morning sky was blue and cloud free. There was a shell on the boulder next to her, a pretty shell, a shell she suddenly found herself loving.

It moved. The air didn’t do that cool rippling thing around her hand, but the shell still moved and it wasn’t because of the breeze either. Stephanie’s heart quickened but she didn’t let herself celebrate. Not yet. It could have been a fluke. If she could do it a second time, then she could celebrate.

She concentrated on the shell. She held her hand up, seeing the space between her hand and the shell as a series of interlocking objects, waiting to be moved. Her fingers uncurled slightly and she felt it, she felt the air against her palm, solid somehow. She pushed against it and the shell shot off the boulder.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, sticking both arms up in the air. Magic! She’d done magic! She laughed in delight.

“You look happy.”

Stephanie turned so suddenly she almost fell off the boulder, and her dad grinned as he approached. She blushed deeply, and dug her phone out of her pocket without him seeing, then held it up.

“Got a good text message,” she said, “that’s all.”

“Ah,” he said as he sat beside her. “Anything I should know about?”

“Probably not.” She looked around as casually as she could, praying that she wouldn’t see the Canary Car suddenly pull up. “Why aren’t you at work?”

Her dad shrugged. “I have a big meeting this afternoon but I left the house without something important, so I thought I’d nip back during lunch.”

“What did you forget? Architect’s plans or something?”

“Something like that,” he said with a nod. “Actually, nothing like that. I forgot my underwear.”

She looked at him. “What?”

“When I was getting dressed my mind was on other things. It happens sometimes. Usually it wouldn’t bother me but these trousers really itch—”

“Dad, ew, don’t want to know!”

“Oh, right, sorry. Anyway, I saw you walking down here so I thought I’d say hi. You used to come down here all the time when you were younger, sit here and look out there, and I always wondered what was going through your mind…”

“Lots of clever little things,” she responded automatically and he smiled.

“Your mother’s worried about you,” he said after a while.

She looked up at him, startled. “What? Why?”

He shrugged. “You just, you haven’t been yourself lately.” So they had noticed the difference between her and her reflection.

“I’m fine, Dad. Really. I’ve just, you know, I’ve been going through some moods.”

“Yes, yep, I understand that, and your mother explained the whole thing to me, about young girls and their moods… But we still worry. Ever since Gordon died…”

Stephanie kept her frown to herself. So this wasn’t just about the reflection.

“I know you were close,” he continued. “And I know you got on so well, and I know that when he died, you lost a good friend.”

“I suppose I did,” she said quietly.

“And we don’t want to stop you from growing up, even if we could. You’re growing into a fine young woman and one that we’re really proud of.”

She smiled awkwardly and didn’t meet his eyes. Gordon’s death had changed her, but the change was far more drastic than even her parents realised. It had set her on the course she was on now, the course that had led to her becoming Valkyrie Cain, the course that would lead to whatever fate was waiting for her. It had changed her life – given it direction and purpose. It had also put her in more danger than she could have ever imagined.

“We just worry about you, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s a parent’s job. You could be forty and we’d be stuck in the Old Folks’ Home, and we’d still be worrying about you. It’s a responsibility that never stops.”

“Makes you wonder why anyone has kids.”

He laughed softly. “You’d think that, yes. But there is nothing more wonderful then watching your child grow up, nothing more fulfilling. Of course, there’s a certain age you wish they wouldn’t go beyond, but there’s not a whole lot you can do about that.”

Not unless you have magic on your side, Stephanie thought to herself.

“Beryl called,” her father said. “She said you’d just been to see her.”

Stephanie nodded. She couldn’t have noticed that the brooch was missing already, could she? “I felt like going around, seeing how everyone was. I think, you know, Gordon’s death has made me value the family we have left, or something. I think it’s important that we stay close.”

He looked at her, a little startled. “Well, that’s… that’s a really lovely thing to be able to say, Steph, it really is. It’s a beautiful sentiment.” There was a brief pause. “I don’t have to go round, do I?”

“No.”

“Oh, thank God.”

She didn’t like lying to him. She had made it a point, years before, to be as honest as she could where her parents were involved. But things were different now. She had secrets. “So what else did Beryl say?”

“Well… she seems to think she saw you with Skulduggery Pleasant yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Stephanie said, as casually as she could, “she told me. That’s weird.”

“She thinks you’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd.”

“You should hear her, Dad, the way she talks about him, and she doesn’t even know him. She probably thinks I’m part of a cult or something…”

“And are you?”

She looked at him, appalled. “What?”

Her father sighed. “Beryl has good reason to think that.”

“But it’s insane!”

“Well, insanity runs in the family.” She could see something in his eyes, a reluctance, but also a resignation.

“My grandfather,” he said, “your great-grandfather, was a wonderful man – us kids loved him. Me, Fergus, Gordon, we’d sit around and he’d tell us all these fantastic stories. My father, however, didn’t have a lot of time for him. All the stories he was telling us, he’d told my father when he was a kid. And when my dad grew up, he realised it was all nonsense, but my granddad refused to see it. My grandfather believed… He believed that we were magic.”

Stephanie stared at him. “What?”

“He said it’d been passed down, this magic, generation to generation. He said we were descendants of a great sorcerer called the Last of the Ancients.”

The sound of the sea faded to nothing, the sun dimmed and the beach vanished, and the only thing that existed in the world was her father, and the only sounds were the words he was speaking.

“These stories, this belief, has followed the family for centuries. I don’t know how it began or when, but it seems like it’s always been a part of us. And now and then, there have been members of our family who have chosen to believe it.

“Gordon believed. A rational man, an intelligent man, and yet he believed in magic and sorcery and people who never age. All the stuff he wrote about, he probably believed in most, if not all, of it.

“And because of this, he got involved in things that were… unhealthy. The people he mixed with, people who fed into his delusions, who shared his madness. Dangerous people. It’s a sickness, Steph. My granddad had it, Gordon had it… and I don’t want you to get it.”

“I’m not mad.”

“And I’m not saying you are. But I know how easy it is to be swept away by stories, by things that you wish were real. When I was younger, I believed. I believed even more than Gordon did. But I stopped. I made a decision to live in the real world, to stop indulging this, this curse that has plagued us. Gordon introduced me to your mother and I fell in love. I put it all behind me.”

“So you think Gordon was part of a cult?”

“For want of a better word, yes.”

She remembered the look on her father’s face the first time he had encountered Skulduggery, in Mr Fedgewick’s office. It had been a look she had never seen before – suspicion, mistrust, hostility – and it had passed as quickly as it had appeared. Now she understood why.

“And you think, what, that I’m part of the cult now?”

He gave a gentle laugh. “No, I suppose I don’t. Not really. But what Beryl was saying, it got me thinking. In the last few days, sometimes there’s a distance in your eyes I haven’t seen before. I don’t know what it is. I look at you now and you’re my little girl. But I’ve been getting the feeling that… I don’t know. Recently, it seems like you’re somewhere else.”

Stephanie didn’t dare respond.

“I just wish you’d talk to someone. You don’t have to talk to me because you know how much I babble, but your mother… You could tell her, you could tell us, anything. And as long as you’re honest with us, you know we’d help you in whatever way we can.”

“I know, Dad.”

He looked at her and for a moment she thought he was going to shed a tear, but then he wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “You’re my little sweetheart, you know that?”

“I know.”

“Good girl.” He got off the boulder. “I better get back to work.”

“See you later.” He looked at her, gave her a smile and walked back off the beach.

Stephanie stayed where she was. If it was true, if the family legend was true, then this was, this was… Actually she didn’t know what this was. It felt important, though. It felt big. She left the beach and waited by the road, and when Skulduggery arrived in the hideous Canary Car she told him everything her father had said.

Mr Bliss turned the brooch over in his hands. “Are you sure this is it?”

Mr Bliss was in black and Skulduggery was wearing a dark blue pinstriped suit that Ghastly had finished working on that very morning, along with a crisp white shirt and a blue tie. They were standing in the shade of the Martello tower, a centuries-old ruin that stood atop the grassy cliffs along Haggard’s coast. Far below them, the sea whipped at the jagged rocks.

“I’m sure,” Skulduggery said. “See how the pin folds back, actually becomes a makeshift handle? That’s our key.”

Stephanie tried her best not to be intimidated by Mr Bliss’ presence, but whenever he glanced at her she looked away. She hadn’t objected when Skulduggery told her that Mr Bliss would be accompanying them into the caves, but she hadn’t exactly jumped for joy either.

“Thank you for calling me,” Mr Bliss said, handing the brooch back to Stephanie.

“We need all the help we can get,” Skulduggery admitted, “although I was surprised when you made yourself available.”

“Serpine has become extremely powerful, much more so than anyone realises.”

“You almost sound afraid of him.”

Mr Bliss paused for a moment. “I don’t feel fear,” he said eventually. “When you no longer have hope, the fear evaporates. But I do respect his power. I respect what he can do.”

“If he gets to the Sceptre before us, we’re all going to see what he can do firsthand.”

“I still don’t get it,” Stephanie said. “If he gets the Sceptre, OK, he’s unstoppable, but how can he use it to bring back the Faceless Ones?”

“I don’t know,” Skulduggery replied. “In theory, the ritual could be known to no more than two people in the world – I wouldn’t even know who to start threatening.”

Mr Bliss shook his head. “He doesn’t plan to threaten anyone. From what he has said, I think the Sceptre of the Ancients is merely a stepping stone, a toy that he needs to get what he wants.”

“And what is that?” Mr Bliss looked out over the sea, but didn’t answer.

“I don’t understand,” Skulduggery continued. “Were you talking to him?”

“This morning,” Mr Bliss said. He had a resigned tone to his voice, and Stephanie narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. She stepped back, but Skulduggery was too caught up in the conversation to notice.

“Did you see him?” Skulduggery said, moving closer to Bliss. “You saw him and you didn’t take him down?”

“The reaches of his power were unknown to me and I do not start battles I cannot win. It was too dangerous.”

“Where is he? The Elders are looking for him!”

“They don’t need to. He will go to them when the time is right.”

“Why did you meet him?”

“Serpine had something to say. I listened.”

“What are you talking about?”

“He already knows about the caves. The only thing that had delayed him is the search for the key.”

Skulduggery looked at Mr Bliss. Mr Bliss looked at Skulduggery. Stephanie realised that he was standing right on the edge of the cliff.

Mr Bliss put a hand on Skulduggery’s chest and before Stephanie could even shout he shoved, and Skulduggery shot backward over the edge and disappeared from view. And then Mr Bliss turned to her.