Skulduggery raised his hands, fingers flexing. “In theory.”
Valkyrie’s breath became a cloud in the air. “What are you doing?”
“Cooling things down,” Skulduggery said. “Their life forces won’t do them a whole lot of good if we allow their brains to die. You have a change of clothes, I expect?”
She hugged herself as the temperature plummeted. Particles of frost began to glisten on the faces around her. “In the Bentley.”