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er aim was off on the first fireball she threw and it missed Dusk. The second fireball, however, was on target, and it would have hit Baron Vengeous if he hadn’t moved out of the way at the last moment. He was fast. Maybe even faster than Skulduggery.

“Cain,” he snarled.

“Run!” China shouted and Valkyrie obeyed. She was out in the corridor before she glanced back, just in time to see China wave her hand. The door slammed shut, sealing the men in the apartment.

Valkyrie got to the stairs, heading down, when something grabbed her ankle and she nearly fell. She kept going, looking back in time to see a hand disappear back into the steps. She reached the second floor, banged off the wall and kept going down. The wall below her cracked and crumbled, and the man in the sunglasses lunged out. Valkyrie gripped the banister and jumped, using her momentum to lend force to the kick. Her boot slammed into his chest and he hit the wall hard and bounced off.

At the first floor she almost tripped over herself, the man right behind her. She jumped the last few steps and ran out on to the street. Cars were passing and people were walking. Too many innocent people that could be caught up in a battle they weren’t ready for. She sprinted into the alley beside the tenement building. It was narrow and cut off from the sun. The other side led out on to a quieter road.

The man in the sunglasses was behind her, closing the gap between them to an arm’s length. She barely kept out of reach.

Valkyrie dropped and the man’s legs crashed into her and he went flying over, losing his sunglasses in the process. He hit the ground and sprawled, and when he snapped his head to her, she saw that he had two small black holes where his eyes should have been. She spun, ran back the way she had come, and glanced over her shoulder in time to see the man sink into the ground, straight down, like he was in an invisible elevator. With five paces left to the street, the ground in front of her exploded and a man surged upwards. She fell back, trying to wipe her eyes clear of gravel and dirt.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” the man said. He was American and spoke with a strong Deep South drawl. “You’re just a little girl.”

Valkyrie clicked her fingers, but he smacked her hand down before she could conjure a flame then grabbed her. She felt something cold and sharp on her throat.

“Don’t try that again,” the man said. He held a straight razor with a wooden handle, and as her vision cleared she saw the initials B-R. S. engraved on it. She raised her eyes. Up ahead, parked at the side of the quiet street, was a black motorbike. Tanith’s black motorbike.

An old woman with a lined face and bad teeth stepped into the alley. She stared at them, then turned and hurried away.

The man shook his head. “See, that’s the problem with ordinary, regular folk. They see somethin’ freaky, somethin’ scary, they run the other way. Y’know what that means, don’t you? It means no one’s comin’ to help you. It means you’re all alone.”

And then someone coughed right behind them. The man looked around and Tanith Low kicked him in the face. He stumbled and Valkyrie tore herself free, spinning around to keep him in sight as she backed off to the wall. He would have been handsome were it not for those awful black holes.

The man smiled. “And who might you be?”

“You first,” Tanith said.

The man chuckled. “Very well. Billy-Ray Sanguine, master of all manner of unpleasant deaths and purveyor of cruel and unusual punishments, at your service.”

“You’re a hitman?”

“Not merely a hitman, darlin’. I am a hitman deluxe. I also do muscle-for-hire and a nice little sideline in mercenary activities. I’m very, very expensive and I’m very, very good. And you are?”

“The end of you,” Tanith said.

Sanguine laughed. “Oh, I see. I often wondered what the end of me would look like. Never imagined it’d be somethin’ quite so pretty.”

Tanith reached into her coat and revealed her sword, still in its sheath. “Are you going to come along quietly, Mr Sanguine, or do I have to hurt you?”

Sanguine’s face fell. “Oh come on! Look at the size of yours and look at the size of mine! I just got this little razor here! That’s hardly fair!”

“But your blade against an unarmed girl, that’s fair?”

He hesitated, stepping back as she neared. “Seemed fair to me,” he said, “at the time. At this juncture, lookin’ back, perhaps it was a bit one-sided. Twenty-twenty hindsight and all that.”

She took off her coat and let it fall. The muscles moved beneath the skin of her arms. She slid the sword from its scabbard as she walked towards him.

“Ooh,” he said. “Gettin’ interestin’ now.”

Tanith lunged and Sanguine ducked, the sword whistling over his head. Tanith flicked her wrist and the blade zipped back towards him, but he jumped back out of range, giving a laugh.

“Now this is fun! Two grown people gettin’ to know each other the old-fashioned way. Romance is in the air.”

“You’re not my type.”

“You don’t know what your type is, darlin’.”

“I know you’re not it. Mr Sanguine, I’ve got some shackles with your name on them.”

“Shackles can’t hold me, pretty lady. I’m immune to just about every binding spell I reckon you ever heard of, and a few more you haven’t. That’s what makes me special.”

“That and your psychopathic tendencies.”

“Oh, those don’t make me special. They just make me fun.”

This time it was Sanguine who moved first, feinting right to draw the sword away then skipping in, the razor slicing up through the air. Tanith lifted her elbow, hitting his forearm and making him miss, then she kicked out at his knee and slashed back with the sword. Sanguine had to dive out of the way. He rolled awkwardly and came up, rubbing his knee.

“That hurt,” he said with a smile.

“I can make this easy on you.”

“You gonna give me that sword of yours?”

“No, but if you tell me what Baron Vengeous is planning, I’ll let you walk away from this.”

He frowned. “But I drove here.”

“This is a one-time offer, Mr Sanguine.”

“And very considerate it is too. Unfortunately I am a professional, I got paid to do a job and I intend to do it – I have a reputation to protect after all. So how about this: you stand very still and allow me to kill you, and then I take the girl here and we go about our merry business. That sound good?”

“Afraid not.”

“Darn. Ah, well, back to basics, I guess.”

He smiled again and stood with his feet together. Valkyrie watched the surface beneath him start to crack and break, and when it was loose enough he sank straight into the ground and disappeared from view.

Tanith held the sword ready. The ground had closed up behind him, leaving only hundreds of little cracks to mark what had happened. Valkyrie kept very still. The seconds ticked by. Tanith was frowning, probably wondering if her opponent had simply run off. She glanced at Valkyrie, about to speak, then the wall behind her crumbled and Billy-Ray Sanguine dived at her.

Tanith, for her part, seemed incapable of being taken by surprise and simply stepped away, her sword casually slicing Sanguine’s forearm. Covered in dirt, he howled in pain and the razor fell to the ground. He danced back, trying to stem the flow of blood. Valkyrie looked at the ground beside her feet.

“Don’t you dare,” Sanguine warned, glaring at her with those black holes, but she paid no heed. She stooped and picked up the straight razor and this infuriated him even further.

“What is it with you women?” he yelled, kicking at the air. “You come into our lives, you take everythin’! Throughout the years you got little pieces of me, of my very soul, and now? Now you got my damn straight razor! How am I supposed to kill people? How am I supposed to even shave?”

Behind Sanguine, Baron Vengeous strode in off the street and stood in the mouth of the alley. Valkyrie tensed.

“Get it done,” Vengeous called out angrily.

“Yes sir,” Sanguine responded then lowered his voice. “See that? You’re getting’ me in trouble with the boss. You better hand over the girl right this second.” A side door opened, a door Valkyrie had never noticed before.

“Sorry,” China said as she stepped out, “that’s not about to happen.” She had a fresh cut along her forehead, but was otherwise unharmed. A black jeep pulled up beside Vengeous and Dusk got out.

Valkyrie saw something, high above, a figure on the rooftop. For a moment she thought it was another of Vengeous’ bad guys, and then the figure stepped off and dropped, and Mr Bliss landed beside them. He straightened up. Valkyrie saw the Baron scowl.

“Sanguine,” he called out, “there are too many of them. We’re leaving.”

“Be right with you, Baron.”

But Vengeous wasn’t waiting. He got in the jeep and Dusk got back behind the wheel, and they drove off. Suddenly alone, Sanguine stopped glowering. He looked at his adversaries and licked his lips. He was still holding his injured arm, blood trickling between his fingers.

“What is Baron Vengeous planning?” asked Mr Bliss, his voice terrible and quiet.

“I don’t know,” Sanguine said. “No wait, I’m lyin’. I do know, I’m just not tellin’.”

Valkyrie watched him draw his feet together and the ground beneath him started to crumble. “Stop him!” she cried.

Tanith lunged, but it was too late, and he sank down into the earth again.

“Damn,” Tanith said, scowling. “Some ‘hitman deluxe’ he turned out to be. Nothing more than a sneaky little coward.”

“I heard that!” They tensed, ready to fight, looking down at the piece of broken ground – and at Sanguine, who was poking his head up through the surface. They relaxed their stances.

“I am not a coward,” Sanguine said hotly, looking up at them. “I have just been momentarily outclassed. It takes a man to admit when he is beaten.”

“You must be very manly then,” Valkyrie said, which drew a glare from the American.

“No one likes sarcasm, Miss Cain. I’ve merely delayed my exit to promise you something. You took my straight razor, li’l darlin’. That I view as an unforgivable offence. So when the time comes, when you have served your purpose, I swear to you I’m gonna kill you for free.” And with that, Billy-Ray Sanguine disappeared into the ground. Then he popped his head back up.

“Or at least half price.” And he was gone again.