Death Bringer by Derek Landy Page B

Scorn, but even this had its problems. For one thing, someone as resourceful as Scorn would certainly have found a way to release the incriminating information in the event of her untimely demise. For another, the actual physical act of killing her would not be easy. Scorn was a formidable adversary, and not one China would be confident of taking down on her own. The main problem in all of this was that China had a lot to lose, while Scorn had virtually nothing. This automatically put China in the weaker position. And if there was one thing China hated, it was a weak position.
    Someone knocked on the door and China looked up, waved at the symbol carved into the doorframe. A section of the door turned translucent from her side, and she saw Valkyrie exchanging a few words with Skulduggery before he went into the library and she turned back, continuing to wait. Neither seemed particularly furious, so China deemed it safe to open the door.
    â€œHello, my dear,” she said, greeting Valkyrie with the warmest smile she was capable of. “Come in, come in. Let us talk of important things before Skulduggery disturbs us. You look as beautiful as ever.”
    Valkyrie smiled in response and walked in, wearing her usual black. “You should have seen me yesterday,” she said. “Myself and Fletcher turned up at my sister’s christening dripping with mud.”
    â€œIrish weather is not kind to teleportation. How did you manage to explain it?”
    â€œSprinkler system, flower beds, a lost dog – it wasn’t easy, but eventually we bombarded everyone with enough conflicting details that they figured it was easier to just let us get away with it.”
    â€œAh, the curse of maintaining a secret identity,” China said.
    Valkyrie sat at the elaborately carved eighteenth-century table – what was commonly referred to as an antique, even though China was much older. “We went up against the Jitter Girls,” Valkyrie said.
    China’s eyebrow rose fractionally. “How did you escape?”
    â€œSkulduggery and I managed to get them back in the box.”
    â€œMy word, that is impressive.”
    â€œWe’re trying to identify the man who released them.”
    â€œI am sorry, Valkyrie, I can’t help you. The last I heard of the Jitter Girls, they’d been seen in New Zealand, but this was maybe ten years ago. I have no idea who would have had access to them since then. Of course, when I said we should talk of important things, that is not quite what I had in mind.”
    Valkyrie laughed softly, and crossed her legs. “You want to know about Fletcher.”
    â€œBut of course. Some people watch television for their vicarious thrills. All I need do is talk to you. How is Fletcher these days? Apart from muddy?”
    â€œHe’s grand.”
    â€œStill annoying you?”
    â€œSometimes.”
    â€œAnd how is this mysterious other person?”
    Valkyrie’s head dropped. “I wish I hadn’t told you about that.”
    â€œOh, come now, you’ve barely told me anything. Today is the day when you reveal all, though. I can feel it. Do I know this person? Boy or girl?”
    â€œBoy,” she said, then frowned. “Well, I don’t know if you’d call him a boy. Male. Definitely male. I don’t know what I’m… When I say there’s someone else, I don’t mean it’s someone I’m going to dump Fletcher for , but… Doesn’t the fact that there is someone else mean something? Doesn’t it mean that my feelings for Fletcher aren’t as strong as…”
    â€œAs his feelings for you?”
    â€œWell, yeah.”
    â€œBut that was always going to be the case, was it not? That he would feel more deeply for you than you did for him?” China sat down. “I’m enjoying this immensely, by the way.”
    Valkyrie looked quizzical. “Enjoying what?”
    â€œI’ve never had any