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and she pushed at the air and caught him just as he jumped at her. She spun, gripping the shadows and punching them into the chest of the woman coming up behind her. Then she ran.

      She jumped through a hole in the next wall, straight into the arms of another Infected. His mouth was open, sharpened teeth diving for her throat. She slammed her forehead into his face and he howled in pain and dropped her. She staggered, dazed, knocking against a small table. Her hand found a lamp and she swung it into his head. The light exploded and darkness swarmed around them, but she was already pushing by him.

      There were three Infected waiting for her. She clicked her fingers and set fire to a sofa, then sent it hurtling towards them. The Infected dodged out of the way and she ran by, through a door into a dark kitchen, out through the wall, tripping over herself and stumbling into the next apartment’s bedroom.

      Something rushed her and for a moment she flew through empty space. The wall smacked into her and as she fell, she saw the man lunging at her again. She tried to push at the air, but he grabbed her wrist. He squeezed and the pain brought her to her knees. His other hand lifted her and he whirled, sending her through into the living room. She landed on a table, scattering whatever junk had been piled on top of it, and rolled off.

      Another one grabbed her. Valkyrie jammed her forearm into his mouth as he tried to bite her, forcing his head back, and with her free hand she sent a half-fist into his throat. He gagged and fell away, and a weight landed on her. She went down and a fist cracked against her cheek and the world spun. She covered up as the Infected sent punches raining down on top of her, her coat sleeves absorbing much of the punishment. The others would be coming. If she stayed down for any length of time, they’d be all over her.

      She clicked her fingers and thrust a handful of flame into the Infected’s face. He screeched and recoiled. She pushed at the air and he was flung back, crashing his head into the wall. She got up. Through the gloom she saw more of them running in. This wasn’t going to work. Skulduggery could have battled his way to the door, but she wasn’t Skulduggery. She needed a new plan.

      “Stop!” she shouted.

      Amazingly, the Infected stopped.

      “I’m not here to fight you,” Valkyrie said loudly and clearly. “I’m not here to hurt you or compete with you. Moloch sent me down here to talk. He wants one of you to help me. Do you understand?”

      They looked at her like she was food, but they stayed where they were. Somewhere in the darkness an Infected growled.

      “I need to find Dusk. One of his vampires infected one of you. You were brought to his lair. I need to know where that is.”

      Somewhere to her right, there was another growl.

      “If you don’t help me,” she continued, glaring at them, “you’re all going to burn. Do you hear me? Moloch has no time for vampires who disobey him.”

      She figured about half of them were growling now and she was seriously regretting this plan. Her back was to the wall and they were gathered in front of her, ready to rip her apart the moment she said the wrong thing.

      “My name is Valkyrie Cain,” she shouted over the noise. “You may have heard of me. I killed twenty of you two years ago and I’ll kill twenty more today and I won’t think it too many.”

      The growling stopped.

      “I’m not down here for the good of my health, so I’m going to ask just one more time – which one of you knows where Dusk is?”

      She saw them glance at each other, and then one of them, a girl with a shaved head, stepped forward. She pointed at the unconscious Infected on the floor, the one Valkyrie had burned.

      “He does,” she said.

      Valkyrie’s shoulders sagged. “You’re kidding me.”

      “He was talking about it earlier, before we were thrown down here.”

      “Did he happen to mention where he was brought?”

      “Not that I heard.”

      “Anyone? Did he mention it to anyone?”

      No one answered. One of them started to growl again.

      “Where’s the door?” she asked quickly, before she lost them completely. “The steel door out of here, Moloch told me to find it. Where is it?”

      The skinhead’s eyes were once again locked on to her, but she managed to nod her head to the next apartment over.

      “OK,” Valkyrie said, preparing herself. “OK.”

      The first Infected came at her like a bullet, and she sidestepped and slapped her fist into his back, sending him into the wall behind her. The skinhead girl charged and Valkyrie kicked her knee then kneed her face. She whipped the shadows at the next Infected who came close and sent a wave of darkness into another. She clicked her fingers and threw fireballs and manoeuvred over to the unconscious man.

      The moment there was a break in the attacks, she squatted down and lifted him by his collar. She snapped her palms, sending his ragdoll body across the room, knocking down the Infected like bowling pins.

      Hands reached for her as she ran after him. The air shimmered and she cleared a path, reaching him and dragging him through the hole in the wall. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the outline of a door in the darkness. Now all she had to do was hold them off until Skulduggery did what he tended to do – arrive in the nick of time.

      The unconscious Infected murmured.

      “Hey,” she said into his ear. “Moloch wants to know where Dusk is.”

      He groaned. She slapped him across the face, hard.

      “Where is Dusk? Where were you taken?”

      “A castle,” he muttered, as a dark shape came through the hole and collided with her.

      They went sprawling in the mess on the floor. She grabbed a chunk of debris and smacked it into the face of her attacker. She rolled, now she was on top, and punched him with her left, and it felt like her hand had broken. She got up and he kicked her legs from under her.

      Light flooded the room as the door opened behind her and hands grabbed her. Suddenly she was being hauled out.

      “No!” she cried. “That one knows where they are!”

      She was outside now, pressed against the concrete railing, looking out at the other tower blocks and the grey sky and the eleven-storey drop beneath her. She spun round to tell Skulduggery to get the Infected man she’d burned. But it wasn’t Skulduggery.

      Dusk lifted her and threw her over the railing.

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      he tower tilted away from her, and then there was nothing but the grey sky and the sound of wind rushing in her ears.

      The other towers veered into view then the ground swept in and out again, and Valkyrie was turning over as she fell. There was the sky and heavy clouds and her hair, and a shape, Skulduggery, dropping towards her. She turned again and saw the ground and his arms wrapped around her.

      Their plummet slowed and now they were merely drifting. Then they stopped and Skulduggery let her put her feet on the ground.

      “Are you OK?” he asked.

      She couldn’t answer. She could barely breathe. She just gripped his shoulder to make sure she didn’t fall over.

      There were people looking at them. The ordinary tenants of the building had stepped out of their apartments and they were looking down at them silently.

      “Dusk,” she managed to say. “He’s up there.”

      The

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