Tesseract ran at Valkyrie, hurling the coffee table at Skulduggery to distract him. Valkyrie whipped a tendril of shadows at him, but he dived under it, rolled and came up, grabbed her black clothes with both hands and lifted. He slammed her against the wall and then spun her around, throwing her like a rag doll to the window beside them. Her legs smashed through the glass, and he released her and the momentum kept her body turning. Her back hit the edge of the window frame and she rebounded and fell, cracking the shards of glass beneath her. She lay half in, half out of the window, folded over the sill. If it weren’t for those clothes, she’d have been slashed to bloody ribbons.