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Running down the torn stretch of road, Valkyrie leapt through the open window of the dark glistening Bentley. "Go!" Revving the engine, Skullduggery pulled onto the road, tearing around the corner. Peering over her shoulder, Valkyrie frowned at the vacant desert area behind her. "Are you not the least bit worried about him?" Skullduggery shrugged, his jaw still hanging loosely from where he let Fergus sucker punch him. "He will live, hopefully."
"Hopefully?" Twisting in her seat, Valkyrie's slight smile made Skullduggery chuckle. "Dear Valkyrie, are you sure about this? There is still time." Furrowing her brow, Valkyrie clicked her fingers summoning her power. A fireball now dancing in her palm she laughed nervously, "Did you really want me to go through with it?"
"Hah!," Skullduggery barked, pushing is jaw back into place with a pop. "Please, no. That boy wouldn't know his cake from his cupcake."
"What?"
"Sorry, food... that cupcake was distracting." Following his line of eyesight, not that he had eyes, Valkyrie frowned at the cupcake shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.
"You can't even eat?"
Skullduggery smiled longingly, at least it would have been a longing smile if his face could form such an expression.
"Ah, but I can dream."
"About cupcakes?"
"Hmm," Skullduggery wound down the window and threw the freshener out the window. "Please stop bringing up junk, Valkyrie."
"I'm not the one buying cupcake shaped air fresheners at the gas station."
"The cupcake was cute," Skullduggery argued as he pulled out onto the highway.
With a loud sigh from the back seat, Skullduggery's body drooped over the steering wheel as Valkyrie hunkered down low into her seat.
With dishevelled hair, and a glint in his eyes Fletcher yawned tiredly. "Val? Where are you going?"
Valkyrie, her lips now puckered awkwardly. She avoided the question by playing with the white hem of her lacy sleeve.
"He found us, damn it," Skullduggery murmured.
"We're kind of missing an important event, Val." Fletcher lay a hand on her shoulder, cocking his head like an adorable dog.
"Rip it, Valkyrie. Like a band-aid," Skullduggery whispered.
"Fletch," Valkyrie craned her neck around to look at Fletcher. She sighed heavily, hooking a piece of hair behind her ear. He was only ever kind to her, but she needed excitement and she wasn't ready for this responsibility anymore.
"We're not getting married."