"Hmm. You know, I don't think there's a point in playing anymore."

She knows she's below Verity's rank as far as demon hierarchies go, but at the same time ... there's something about challenging (and trying to equal herself to) a higher power that ... well, turns her on.

The imprints from Verity's fingers against her jaw are still there, light pink against her equally light skin.

And Ruby is already easing herself out of her leather jacket.