2 Hours Earlier.
Valkryie watched the shadows swirl around the flame. She’d expected America to be fun not to be under house arrest as soon as she stepped foot on American soil by the American Sanctuary. Apparently smuggling a skeleton into the country in a suitcase was frowned upon. Sult had called it kidnapping, so had Skulduggery. Presently she was confined to her hotel room, the rest of the building constricting her magic flow. It hurt her getting a meal, being powerless; however it was a period of time which silenced the other little voice in her head. It was just her, she knew Skulduggery was flying about in his little bed and breakfast across the street, and sulking at her.
The power radiated around her hand as her stomach rumbled. She groaned and stood up. She was pulling on her jacket, which happily didn’t loose its magic, as one of the waiters would have stabbed her with his knife when he ran into her, apparently she walked too quietly, she was sure Skulduggery would beg to differ, when there was a rattle at the balcony doors. She pulled back the gossamer curtains to see Skulduggery hovering there holding a paper bag which leaked grease. Ravenous, she yanked the doors open, snatched the bag off him and returned to her bed, chucking her jacket on the floor. Valkyrie sunk her teeth into the grease ridden food and groaned in delight.
“Thank you.” She said through the bread, meat and cheese being processed in her mouth.
“What would you do without me?” Skulduggery commented, pulling the chair from the desk and sliding it to beside her bed. “I am still angry with you though.” He slung his legs over the chair and sat, his rib cage up against the back of the chair.
“In my defence, I expected to have put you back together before you woke up.” Valkyrie explained, shoving a chip in her mouth.
“But you were wrong so I spent six hours in a suitcase along with your underwear!” Skulduggery commented, Valkyrie threw a chip at him.
“What a pleasant Experience you endured.” She laughed.
“Anyway hurry up and eat,” He pulled something out of his coat pocket. Valkyrie’s eye widened. “We have a case.”
“I have a gun!” She squealed, jumping up and stepping off the bed, causing the chips to fall across the white duvet. She took the gun off him.
“Valkyrie, it’s a lighter.” He commented as she pulled the trigger and a flame conjured at the tip. “I still do not trust you with a gun, but people over here are armed, I want you to have some leverage.” Valkyrie sulked and sighed, sliding the lighter into the back of her trousers, and pulling on her jacket. Skulduggery wrapped his arm around her waist and began hovering and flew out of the open window.
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Picture: Jemima West as Valkyrie Cain
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