warning.
Scapegrace was a grown man. He was a little over six feet tall and of average strength for a man his size. Valkyrie was a fourteen-year-old girl who was tall for her age, and she'd been working out with two of the best fight trainers around for two years. Physically, Scapegrace was still superior, but he was also injured. He was keeping his weight off his left leg, and his body was twisted slightly. She suspected cracked ribs.
Strike first and without warning.
Valkyrie kicked Scapegrace's left leg, and he howled. She tried shooting an elbow into his face, but his arms were up, flailing. She pushed him back to give herself room, and he looped his right fist against her jaw. Her head spun and she hit the door and nearly fell.
He came in with another punch, but she swerved away and it caught her on the shoulder. If she had been wearing her black coat, the blow would have been absorbed by the material. As it was, she went stumbling.
He reached for her again, and she grabbed his bandaged hand and wrenched it. He shrieked and forgot all about his attack. She moved away from the door and, still leading him by his broken fingers, spun him in a tight circle around her. She brought his hand low, and he dropped to his knees.
'Let go!' he pleaded, tears in his eyes. 'I wasn't going to kill you, I swear! I was joking!'
She released his hand and he clutched it to his chest, and she grabbed his head and drove her knee into the hinge of his jaw. He fell over backward and didn't get up.
The backs of her legs hit the side of the bed, and she collapsed into a sitting position. Her breathing was fast and shallow, and her eyes stayed glued to Scapegrace's unconscious form.
Her shoulder started to ache. His punch had caught her right on the side of the head, and her ear was burning. She thanked God he hadn't busted her in the mouth. She didn't think she could handle breaking another tooth.
She wondered what she would do when he woke up. There was nothing in the cell that she could use to tie him up, and no one had come to investigate the sounds of struggle.
She had beaten him. She had beaten him without using magic. True, he was already injured, and she had caught him by surprise, but the fact remained: She had fought a grown man and she had beaten him.She started to smile, and then the smile faded as she thought what would have happened if she hadn't beaten him. She'd probably be lying dead on the cell floor right now.
She got off the bed and unwrapped the bandage around Scapegrace's injured hand. His fingers were badly swollen, the skin blue and yellow and purple and black. He didn't even murmur as she tied one end of the bandage around those fingers, and the other end around the iron leg of the bed. At least now he wouldn't be able to jump her when he woke up.
She sat on the bed again, well away from him, her back against the wall. She tied her hair into a pony tail and wondered if Skulduggery had realized yet that something had gone wrong. She tried to think of what he would do.
First, he'd call her phone and get no answer. After a while he'd turn up at the house--or more likely send Tanith, someone a little more normal-looking. He'd definitely speak with the reflection, and hopefully work out what had happened. And then he'd come for her.
Valkyrie sat back and waited.
Chapter Thirty. Beryl
Beryl Edgley was a busy woman.
She really didn't have the time to take in and feed abandoned waifs. But that being said, when Melissa Edgley had asked if she would take care of Stephanie while she jetted away to Paris for the weekend, Beryl had of course accepted the challenge graciously.
Her niece had always been a stubborn and willful child, with a sharp tongue and an attitude that Beryl found quite distasteful. Although even she had to admit that over the past couple of years Stephanie had seemed to become a lot more subdued. Beryl liked to think that this new, quieter Stephanie was a result of her own hints and tips to Melissa and Desmond about raising well-behaved children. Beryl's twins, Carol and Crystal, were not perfect by any means, and they had both been losing far too much weight lately, but at least they didn't drink or smoke or hang around with loutish boys like so many of their friends.
The family, plus Stephanie, ate lunch at the kitchen table without speaking. Fergus's eyes were glued to the television, and the twins were picking at their food without enthusiasm. In fact, only Stephanie seemed to be intent on eating what Beryl had placed before her. Which was surprising, given what had happened to her earlier that day.
The doorbell rang, and Beryl went to answer it. There was a young woman standing on the doorstep, smiling. She had tousled blond hair and was wearing a brown leather outfit that was far too tight. The poor girl was practically falling out of her top.
'You must be Beryl,' she said in an English accent. 'I've heard so much about you.'
Beryl didn't trust new people. Ever since they had sold the gigantic boat that Fergus's brother had left them, she'd had a niggling suspicion that everyone wanted their money.
'And you are?' Beryl asked, standing with her back straight so she could look down her nose.
'Name's Tanith,' the young lady replied. 'I was wondering, is Stephanie about?'
'She's having lunch.'
'Could I talk to her for just a moment?'
Beryl frowned. 'She's having lunch, I said. She's eating. She cannot come to the door while she is eating.'
The young lady, Tanith, looked at Beryl for a few moments and then she smiled again.
'Maybe she can stop eating, come to the door, I'll be really quick saying what I have to say, and then she can go back to eating. That sound good to you, Beryl?'
'I would prefer it if you called me Mrs. Edgley.'
Tanith took a deep breath that threatened the integrity of her top. 'Mrs. Edgley, be a dear and get Stephanie for me, will you?'
'I don't like your tone.'
'I don't like your shoes.'
Beryl looked down, wondering what was wrong with her shoes, and Tanith moved in and around her. Before Beryl realized what was happening, Tanith was walking into the kitchen.
'Bloody hell ...' came Fergus's whisper.
'Stephanie,' Tanith said, 'could I have a word?'
Beryl stormed in after her, outraged, as Stephanie stood up from the table. The twins were looking at the young lady curiously, and Fergus was staring at her, his eyes wide and full of wonder.
'Stephanie, you are not leaving this room!'
'This is a private matter,' Tanith said.
'And this is private property! Fergus, call the police!'
Fergus just kept staring at the intruder.
'If this has anything to do with what happened earlier today,' Beryl said, 'the police will certainly want to talk to you!'
Tanith frowned. 'What happened earlier today?'
Stephanie opened her mouth to speak, but Beryl took control of the conversation. 'Three hours ago, Alan Brennan came to my door and told me he had been attacked by a man who had been chasing Stephanie. Attacked! In Haggard!'
'Who was the man?'
'I don't know,' Stephanie said. 'I don't remember much of it. I think I must still be in shock.He probably thought I was somebody else. After he attacked Mr. Brennan, he went away, and I returned home.'
'We found her hiding under the bed,' Beryl said, and Carol and Crystal snorted.
'Have you seen Val?' Tanith asked Stephanie, ignoring Beryl completely. 'Do you know what happened to
