Valkyrie and Skulduggery broke apart when there was a sharp knock on the front door.
They shared a look of puzzlement before Skulduggery pecked her on the forehead and made towards the door, Valkyrie followed him hesitantly.
"She's here. Take her. But lemmie warn you; she's more annoying then Cain." Sanguine looked around and his eyeless gaze locked onto Valkyrie. "Well hello, Lil Darlin."
She scowled at him and turned on her heel before leaving. Sanguine looked back at Skulduggery, shoving the slightly disheveled girl at him. Celeana stumbled and Skulduggery caught her. He slung her over his shoulder and she didn't protest.
"Well, I'll be off." Sanguine disappeared into the ground and Skulduggery shut the door.
"Val! Come into the lounge room. And bring me my coffee!"
He dumped the assassin on the couch and sat across from her. Valkyrie came in carrying two cups of hot coffee and one cup of tea. She sat them down on the table and looked towards the blonde sprawled over her couch. She raised her eyebrows at Skulduggery and he shrugged, taking a sip from his drink.
Valkyrie sighed and gently shook Celeana.
"Sardothian, I suggest you wake up." She said quietly, "I have a green tea here for you. Once you are in a better state you will need to answer some questions."
Celeana cracked one of her eyes open. She had beautiful eyes. Like aqua.
"Who was that guy...he...he wasn't nice...can... Can I kill him?" She croaked.
This time it was Skulduggery who spoke, "His name was Billy Ray Sanguine, former hitman but now he works for us. Better punishment then putting the bastard in gaol. And no, Miss Sardothian you can not kill him. He has proven himself quite useful. I may need his assistance once again."
Valkyrie passed her the tea and Celeana took a sip and sighed through her nose. Where was Chaol?
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Chaol Westfall followed the black van discreetly, snarling at anyone who got to close. The can lead him to a round building in the middle of no where. He went into the nearest store.
"Hey there." He said to the store owner, "can you tell me where I am?"
He got no reply. "Oi! Where am I?"
Again the shopkeeper was silent. He was staring at something on the roof.
Chaol stalked up to him and the man looked down and sighed. "What happened to going away, once being ignored? You get harder to get rid of every day."
"Just tell me where I am." Chaol growled.
"You're in Roarhaven, but you might as well leave; we don't like your kind here."
He went back to looking at the roof and Chaol sighed and left the shop.
He walked into the round building and immediately people in grey clothing, visered helmets, had long scythes drawn and at the ready. One of them had brought his up to Chaol's throat.
A man with no hair and scars came around the corner, "Cleavers, back away." The man looked towards Chaol. "And you are?"
Chaol continued to stare at him and the man sighed and offered his hand, Chaol shook it numbly. "Follow me." Said the man and Chaol's legs started moving.
He tried to keep track of where they were going so he could make a quick escape if needed. But he had never gone around so many corners. Eventually they came to a set of doubled doors, two cleavers either side.
The man nodded and they let them inside. It was a throne room of sorts. There were two smaller chairs on either side of a bigger, dominate chair and in that chair sat a handsome man. A man, from what Chaol saw, who was completely and utterly bored. His golden eyes twinkled in the light and his lips curved into a sly grin.
"Chaol Westfall, its has been a while, has it not?"
Chaol growled, "Yes it has Erskine Ravel."