Chapter Thirty-Eight
Inconsequential
A short chapter, yes, but I am so eager to get to the fight scenes.
Lythia Harpen
Lythia stepped back from the mirror, satisfied. It had taken no trouble to change to her second form.
Fletcher watched on. "The other guys are coming in ten minutes. Maybe you should put something on over that, something more inconsequential."
"Perhaps." Lythia looked at Fletcher. "What would you suggest?"
He shrugged. "I'm sure Val would let you borrow something. Or Tanith."
"I'll go to Val's first. You'll need to Teleport me there."
Fletcher proffered his hand and Lythia held it. There was a lurch, a second or two of swirling darkness and then they were in Valkyrie's house. Lythia began to climb the stairs. Valkyrie's bedroom door was closed. Lythia went to open it.
"Wait," Fletcher called. He bounded up the rest of the stairs, and pressed his ear to the door. He nodded.
"It's fine," he said quietly. "Just Val in there this time."
Lythia frowned questioningly, and Fletcher explained. "Last time it was her and Skulduggery…"
"Ah."
Fletcher knocked on the door and Valkyrie opened it.
"Oh, hi guys." Valkyrie pulled the door open the rest of the way. "Skulduggery has had me reading back over Sanguine's phone records."
"Right." Lythia dawdled, and Fletcher took over.
"As you can see," he began, "Lythia is in her second form. If we're going to walk the streets of England without attracting attention, she's going to need normal clothing as a disguise."
"I get your meaning. Yeah, that's fine." She indicated her wardrobe. "Help yourself."
Lythia nodded, walked to the wardrobe. She picked out a pair of black flares and a long-sleeved blouse, coloured a dark blue.
"Cheers. I can take them off when we get close to Sanguine." Lythia said, pulling the clothes on. Valkyrie shrugged, and then stood.
"I'm going to wait for Skulduggery. You should probably get back to the meeting place."
"That we should," Fletcher answered. "See you soon."
Lythia took Fletcher's hand again and they Teleported.