Rebecca laughed wryly at Matilda's tale of beating dear old Jack to the punch. "I can't say as I blame you," she said, "I've thought of a few choice words that come to mind if and when I ever run into him again." Words. Spells. Take your pick. She just hoped he didn't think he had some sort of claim on her just because they'd had one good rut. She made a face.
"Well, yes and no," she said when Mattie informed her was aware of the situation. "You know demons lie, right?" she asked, unconsciously dropping her voice to a nice, gossipy, stage whisper. "I'm not proud of it, and Clyde can testify that I've been struggling with the whole thing, but Ruby especially has been known to win people's trust and then stab them in the back."
She shrugged. "The funny thing is, with all the talk of war, it's not so much the thought that she might be manipulating me, trying to make sure the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing, that scares me so much as how easily and comfortable I can imagine myself becoming some sort of a double-agent."