Skulduggery Pleasant: Raising Cain

Chapter 190 - Fletcher and Myra

Chapter 190

There was one tiny thing Valkyrie had to do before her date with Nadia that night. Nothing particularly big or significant. Not even really important at all. She wasn't worried. And that was why she hadn't made sure to make sure she was wearing her tightest, most muscle bulging military-style clothes that day. That was just an accident.

"You look like you're going to kill someone," Dexter grinned proudly, looking her up and down.

Valkyrie grinned back and turned to look at him over her shoulder, showing off the actually-too-tight-barely-able-to-move-or-have-organ-function trousers she was wearing. "Don't I look good though?"

"Sexy, for sure," he encouraged, and wrapped her into a hug. "It's good seeing you happy again."

"It feels good," she said simply, and pulled away to greet Fletcher. "How are you feeling? This is a big day."

He nodded. He was pale, dark circles under his eyes, and it didn't seem as if he'd eaten enough recently. Even his stupid, pointy hair seemed limp. "I'm alright."

She grunted disbelievingly. "Yeah, I don't buy it. But look, I've done these things before. It's shitty when you see the person, but you have to remember that it's out of your hands one way or another. Keep your chin up, Fletch."

He cracked a small, fake smile. "Sure. Sure. I'll try." He cleared his throat. "Are you... you know, better?"

"I am," she nodded. "Oh, and you too should know that my cousin has chosen a name. She's called Aine O'Caoimh. It's very Irish. And she had her Surge."

"Oh, so did Fletcher," Dexter said, leading them into Roarhaven Sanctuary. "You'll never guess what magic he picked."

Valkyrie flashed Fletcher a grin. "You're a Sensitive."

He snorted an unattractive laugh. "No, still just one of the two remaining Teleporters in the world. The best looking for sure."

"Oh, absolutely," Dexter nodded, looking back on the two of them with an incredibly serious face. "I'd much rather suck your dick than Emmett Peregrine's."

Valkyrie burst out laughing, especially when Dexter finished it off with a wink, air kiss and roughish grin at the violently red, somewhat uncomfortable, awkwardly heterosexual Fletcher. Dexter was too much for such a little boy to handle.

"Dead Men," Tipstaff greeted, meeting still-smirking Valkyrie and Dexter in the main reception. "The Elders are waiting for you at Interview Room Seven. I have also been told to warn you that a man by the name of Gunvald Feie will be joining you." He lowered his voice and stepped closer so only they, and Fletcher, could hear. "He is to be vowed in as an Elder in the next few days, so you are aware. Keep it to yourselves."

They nodded, and Valkyrie was honestly excited to meet the new Elder. The walk to Interview Room Seven was a rather long one, as it was in the dark, wet, cold parts of the Sanctuary that they kept hidden and out of mind. It was the perfect place to talk to Myra one last time.

"Eachan," Dexter greeted with a handshake. "Corrival. And it's nice to see you again Mr Feie. I've heard the news. Congratulations."

Gunvald Feie was as strange and darkly ominous as his name. He seemed to be Corrival's age, with frown lines and a downward slant to his lips, and he wore black suit trousers, white shirt and red suspenders. He stood as straight as his back would let him but he gave off an air of grace and strength despite his slight hunchback. The thick, black moustache with grey speckled actually softened the look to something resembling aged wisdom. "Mr Vex. We have not seen each other since you were practically a knee hight. You look better with age."