Читать книгу Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 1 - 12 - Derek Landy - Страница 97

he heat broke and the rain came with the night. Valkyrie sat down by the pier, her coat slick and wet. It wasn’t the black coat, the one that kept saving her life. This one was deep blue and it had a hood that she wore up. Her jeans were soaked. She didn’t care.

It had been two days since they’d faced Baron Vengeous and the Grotesquery at Clearwater Hospital, and despite Kenspeckle’s science magic, Valkyrie still ached. The gash on her cheek had healed up without even a scar, and all the other cuts and bruises had faded away to nothing, but her body was stiff and tired. She was alive though, so whenever something hurt, she didn’t complain – she just felt glad that she was able to feel anything.

Haggard was quiet and sleeping. The sea came in against the pier and bucked against it, like it was trying to dislodge it, maybe grab it and pull it down into its depths. The air was fresh and she breathed it in, deep and slow and long. She didn’t close her eyes. She kept her gaze on the water until she heard the car.

The Bentley stopped and its headlights cut off. Skulduggery got out, walked over to her, his coat flapping in the breeze. The rain spilled over the brim of his hat and dripped to his shoulders.

“Still keeping watch?” he asked.

Valkyrie shrugged. “Not all of Dusk’s vampires were infected at the same time. There may have been one or two, freshly infected, that the water didn’t kill. If nothing pops out at me by tomorrow night then I’ll believe that they’re all dead.”

“And then you’ll sleep?”

“I promise.” She looked up at him. “How’s your arm?”

He showed her his right hand and wriggled his gloved fingers. “Reattached and getting back to normal, thanks to Kenspeckle. We’ve had a rough few days.”

“Yes we have.”

“Did Tanith come and see you?”

Valkyrie nodded. “Came by earlier on her way to the airport. She told me Mr Bliss was taking care of the Grotesquery, taking it apart and stuff.”

“Taking it apart, separating it into all its original components then chopping it up, cremating and scattering the remains. It’s safe to say that the Grotesquery won’t be returning. Or if it does, it’ll be in really, really small pieces.”

“And Vile’s armour?”

Skulduggery hesitated. “Thurid Guild has it. Apparently, he plans to hide it away where no one can ever use it for evil again.”

“Do you believe him?”

“I believe he plans to hide it away until he has a use for it.”

Valkyrie got up so that she was standing beside him. “Are you still fired?”

“I am.”

“But don’t they see that it was his greed and his stupidity that helped Vengeous escape in the first place?”

Skulduggery’s head tilted. “Who are they? There is no they. Guild is the Grand Mage, he’s the one in charge. There is no one to watch the watchmen, Valkyrie.”

“There’s us.”

He laughed. “I suppose there is.”

There was a gust of wind that blew her hood down. She didn’t fix it. “So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to do what I’ve always done – solve crimes and save the world, usually with mere seconds to spare. Although granted, this time it was you who saved the world. Well done, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“We’ll get by. It won’t be easy, operating without the Sanctuary’s resources, but we’ll manage. There is something larger at work here. It isn’t over.”

Valkyrie’s hair was plastered to her scalp, and the rainwater ran in sheets down her face. “Sanguine’s mysterious bosses.”

“Indeed. Someone is working behind the scenes, keeping out of the spotlight as much as possible. But I fear that time is coming to an end, and we need to be ready for whatever happens next.” He looked at her. “Bad things are coming for us, Valkyrie.”

“That seems to be what bad things do, all right.”

With the wind and the rain, she almost didn’t feel it, but she saw the way Skulduggery tilted his head and so she examined the sensations that the air brought to her skin. The air currents twisted and writhed, but there was a space behind them that the air buffeted, in the same way that the sea buffeted the pier.

They turned slowly and saw the vampire. Its arms were sinewy and veins stood out against its wet, white skin. It was hungry, yet to feed, and it was having difficulty breathing. But it had survived and now it was looking for its first prey. It bared its fangs and its black eyes narrowed. Muscles coiled.

It came at them through the rain and Skulduggery was moving, taking his gun from his coat, and Valkyrie summoned a flame into her hand and prepared, once again, to fight.