Skulduggery Pleasant: Dark Days by Derek Landy Read Free Book Online

shelves, looking for a wooden sphere about twice the size of a tennis ball.
    Valkyrie hurried to the place where the cloaking sphere had been kept the last time she was here, but the space was empty. She quickly checked the rest of the shelf, her eyes skimming over the arcane objects. The collection of magical artefacts in this room was enough to make collectors like China Sorrows envious.
    They searched for five or six minutes and came up with nothing.
    “This isn’t good,” Ghastly muttered when Valkyrie passed him.
    She clicked her fingers to summon a flame into her hand and searched the darker recesses of the room. This wasn’t good at all.
    “Do we have a Plan B?” Tanith called out from behind a stack of scrolls.
    “We barely have a Plan A,” Valkyrie muttered.
    Ghastly had his ear to the door and he stepped away. “They’re coming,” he said.
    Furious, Valkyrie whipped out her phone and called Fletcher. Her plan hadn’t worked. The only thing they could do now was get out before they were caught.
    “The Repository,” she said into the phone and Fletcher appeared behind her. Symbols flashed on the walls and blue lightning darted to where he was standing. He screamed as the lightning danced through him. When the symbols faded, he collapsed with a moan.
    It was a trap and, right on cue, the double doors swung open and a dark-haired woman walked in, a squad of Cleavers behind her.
    Ghastly and Tanith converged on Valkyrie as she knelt by Fletcher.
    “Get us out of here,” she ordered, but tremors coursed through Fletcher’s body.
    “Can’t,” he mumbled.
    Davina Marr looked at them and smiled. “Welcome to the Sanctuary. You are all under arrest.”

7
BACK TO ARANMORE
    T he Interrogation Room was bound. Valkyrie could feel the low ebb of her magic, just out of reach. She didn’t like that feeling. It added to her uneasiness.
    She sat across from Marr and did her best to ignore Pennant, standing beside the door. Having the door in front of her was their mistake. Anytime Skulduggery had used this interview room, he’d positioned the suspects with their backs to it. It meant they had to crane their necks to see whoever walked in. The way Marr had arranged it, it was almost like this was Valkyrie’s office and she was sitting at her own desk.
    Valkyrie worked at looking calm and hiding the panic she was feeling. This had been their one chance to get Skulduggery back. If Guild hid the skull or worse, destroyed it, their one chance would disappear. She went cold inside thinking about it.
    “Valkyrie,” Marr said eventually, raising her different coloured eyes from whatever it was she was reading. Valkyrie doubted the file had anything to do with her. It was probably just some random collection of pages Marr thought might intimidate her. “You’re in quite a lot of trouble.”
    Valkyrie said nothing and rubbed the fingers of her right hand against each other. Her Necromancer ring had been taken. She missed it.
    Marr had dark hair, cut short at the neck. She was pretty, in an unremarkable way. “You were caught trying to steal Sanctuary property. Do you know how serious that is? Do you know how long you could be put in prison for?” Marr sighed as if disappointed. “This isn’t a game, Valkyrie. You’re part of something that is turning out to be very dangerous. Ghastly Bespoke and Tanith Low are looking at twenty years in prison at the very least. Twenty years, Valkyrie. What is it you were trying to steal anyway?”
    Valkyrie fixed her eyes on a speck of lint on Marr’s collar and didn’t answer.
    “We have Skulduggery Pleasant’s head. I know you’re here to steal it, and let me assure you, we do understand. Skulduggery was a friend of yours.”
    “ Is a friend,” corrected Valkyrie.
    “Was I referring to him in the past tense?” Marr asked, looking ashamed. “Oh dear, I’m very sorry. Yes, he is a friend of yours and I’m sure you consider him a very good friend. We all have good