Skulduggery Pleasant_ Death Bringer - Derek Landy [21]
Finally, Valkyrie smiled. “OK. OK, yeah, I can do that.”
Skulduggery turned to China. “Back to business, though. Has Valkyrie spoken to you about what we’re after?”
“You mean the person who set the Jitter Girls on you? I’m afraid I was of no assistance in the matter. I do, however, have other news you may not have heard. I was waiting for you to join us before I divulged.”
“Please,” Skulduggery said, “divulge.”
China gave the information a respectable pause. “The Necromancers have their Death Bringer.”
Valkyrie looked up sharply. “They what?”
“Who?” asked Skulduggery.
“Nothing has been announced yet,” China said, holding up her hands, “so nothing has been confirmed, but apparently one of the fledgling Necromancers has recently experienced the Surge. It must have unlocked some hitherto unknown reserves of power, because every Temple around the world is celebrating in typical Necromancer fashion. Very quietly, of course, with barely any smiles.”
Skulduggery looked at Valkyrie. “Do you have any idea who the Death Bringer could be?”
“Well, the only one I know of who was waiting for the Surge was Melancholia, but—”
“That’s her,” China said. “That’s her name. Melancholia St Clair.”
Valkyrie shook her head. “She’s the Death Bringer? Wow. I mean… wow. Didn’t see that coming. It’s nice to be let off the hook and all, but… You’re sure?”
“That’s the rumour going around.”
“When did you hear?” Skulduggery asked.
“This morning. I was going to call to let you know, but I was a little… preoccupied.”
“We should go,” Skulduggery said. “We need to report this to the Elders.”
China smiled. “It must be such a relief, after all this time, to have two of your best friends on the Council.”
“It’s a nice change,” Skulduggery admitted, “but really, I mostly go to mock the robes they wear. China, thank you very much. Valkyrie?”
Valkyrie nodded, Skulduggery put his hat back on and they left, shutting the door behind them.
Silence settled in the apartment once again, and China frowned. She usually liked silence, liked the solitude that accompanied it. But not recently. Recently, the solitude was starting to feel rather like loneliness, and that was not a feeling she was accustomed to.
She stood by the window until she saw Skulduggery and Valkyrie walk to the Bentley. She felt an irrational urge to rush after them, to continue their conversation, to help them formulate plans and strategies. But she didn’t. That wasn’t who she was. China didn’t join people. People joined her. That was the simple, inalienable fact of her existence, and she’d been around for too long to change it now. How much of this sudden fear of being alone was due to the threat posed by Eliza Scorn, China didn’t know. But the fact was, if she allowed the situation to worsen, she could very well lose the friendship of the two most important people in her life.
And then those same two people could very well come after her with murder on their minds.
Chapter 7
The Death Bringer
reath watched her, while the others fawned. She sat like she was delicate, as if a sudden move might snap her in two. She was pale, sickly. Her blond hair was limp, her face a network of small, raised scars. She was still the tall, skinny girl she’d always been, but there was something different about her, even Wreath had to admit that. There was something in the way she looked at the people around her. No longer the student, no longer the girl who opened doors and fetched the High Priest’s meals. She was special. She was important. She was the most important person who would ever live.
Craven was loving it, of course. Over the past few months he had taken a personal interest in Melancholia’s studies, which was distinctly unusual for a man who despised helping anyone other than himself. But here he was, shaking his head in an attempt to appear modest, the man who had recognised