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Valkyrie roamed the halls of Corrival Academy, listening to the voices that rumbled behind the classroom doors. She wondered how differently she’d have turned out if this place had been around when she was a teenager. Maybe it would have steered her clear of the trouble that had lain ahead of her. Maybe it would have made things worse. Maybe she would have made some friends her own age. That would have been weird.

She’d tried to get Skulduggery to come with her to talk to Omen while they waited for Fletcher to become available. He’d tilted his head, told her he had someone else to talk to, but wouldn’t tell her who, and strode away.

She’d shrugged and walked in the opposite direction. For all she knew, he didn’t have anyone to talk to and he was just being mysterious. Probably hiding in a toilet cubicle somewhere, waiting for the time to pass.

The thought amused Valkyrie for a brief moment, because the truth was she was quietly happy that he’d gone off.

There were a lot of things she hadn’t got round to telling him yet, but the idea that she should let him know about her upcoming meeting with Caisson was pulling on her thoughts.

But no – as awful as it was to keep something from him, she couldn’t risk him scaring Caisson away. There was a part of Valkyrie that wanted to spring a trap on him herself – having Caisson in shackles would bring Abyssinia to her knees – but if there was even the slightest chance that meeting with Caisson could offer a solution to everything that had been going on …

Besides, as Dusk had mentioned, Caisson wasn’t actually an enemy. As far as Valkyrie knew, Caisson had done nothing wrong. In fact, he could conceivably be labelled a hero. He did kill Mevolent all those years ago, after all.

So she was going to keep it a secret, for just a little while longer. She’d tell Skulduggery afterwards. He’d understand – she was sure of it.

Militsa had told her where to go, so when the bell rang she was standing right outside Omen’s classroom. They came out, the chattering youth, and their eyes widened as they passed her. Some stared in wonder, others in fear.

Yeah, she could understand that.

And then Omen was there, standing in front of her. He’d grown taller since she’d seen him last.

“Happy birthday,” she said.

He looked puzzled. “Thank you?”

“I was just passing so I thought I’d drop by, see how you’re doing.”

“You … you dropped by to see me?”

“Well, we’re waiting until Fletcher – that’s Mr Renn to you – can take us somewhere, but yeah, I came to see you while I wait. Is that OK?”

“Sure,” Omen said. “I’m just … surprised.”

“Why? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

He blinked. “Are we?”

“Aren’t we?”

“I mean, yes, OK, we can be friends, sure.”

“Good.” They started walking. The crowds parted for them. “So how are things?”

“Great,” Omen said. “Yeah, great. Just … great.”

“Girlfriends? Boyfriends?”

“Neither.”

“Pets?”

“None.”

“You getting nervous about the exams?”

“They’re not till June.”

“You should do what I did – get a reflection to do the studying for you and then absorb all the information afterwards. Or just get the reflection to sit the exams.”

“Yeah, that’d be cool. But we’re not allowed. They have ways of stopping reflections from helping us with that stuff.”

“So you have to do all the work yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“It really does.”

They walked on.

“How’s Never?” Valkyrie asked.

“Good. Spending a lot of time with Auger and the others.”

“A good Teleporter is hard to find,” she said. “Do you ever join them on their adventures?”

Omen gave a little smile. “No. That’s not for me, I don’t think.”

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow. “This is a change.”

“I just don’t think I’m any good at it, really. I’m not like Auger, and I’m not like you. You guys are special, and determined, and all those cool things, and I’m just … ordinary.”

“Nothing wrong with being ordinary, Omen.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So,” Valkyrie said, figuring she’d skipped round the subject long enough, “any plans?”

“Plans?”

“To go away anywhere.”

“Like holiday plans? Um, no. It’s the school term, and …”

“Of course,” said Valkyrie. “Of course. Hey, can you do me a favour? Can you stay out of trouble?”

“Sorry?”

“Trouble,” she said. “If you could stay out of it, that would be great.”

“What trouble am I in?”

“None,” she said.

“So … what trouble am I going to be in?”

She laughed. “None! Wow, you are paranoid!”

“I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me to do.”

Valkyrie turned to him. “OK, look. There’s something going on. A case. It’s got something to do with America, or, at the very least, Americans.”

He looked doubtful. “Do you need my help?”

“No. In fact, we need the opposite.”

“You need my … hindrance?”

“We need you to stay out of it.”

This was puzzling Omen. That was plain to see. “But I’m not in it,” he said. “I don’t know anything about it. This is the first I’m hearing of it. I don’t even know what it is.”

“I realise that this might be confusing.”

“Oh, good. I was worried.”

“But I need you to promise me.”

“I … I promise,” he said. “Can I ask a question, though?”

“No.”

“Just one.”

“If you know anything at all about it,” Valkyrie said, “telling you might involve you, and we don’t want that, do we?”

“I suppose not.”

“You just focus on having a boring, ordinary few weeks, and I’ll explain it all to you when it’s over, deal?”

“I … suppose so.”

She smiled. Finally, she’d done something right. “OK then, buddy. You’d better get back to class.”

“School’s over.”

“Oh,” she said. “Don’t you usually have detention, or something?”

He sagged. “Yeah,” he said, and trudged off.