She glared daggers down at Ruby as she spoke, actually listening. The words were getting through and swirling around her mind. No, it wasn’t possible. An angel, yes, but Lucifer wasn’t like the ones in Heaven. Unlike the feather heads up there, he understood them along with all the pain they felt. The street went two ways at times, too.
“You speak so ill of him, yet you’re right there with us whether you like it or not.” Her faith in him that he’d get his way was still there and as obvious as ever. “And believe me, when he gets his way, you’ll be the first to go so don’t give me that.” Stubborn as ever, Meg furrowed her brow. Ruby could’ve used a brick to smack her around to make it sink in and it still wouldn’t.
The comment to prove it earned her a sneer. “Oh, can you? Funny. How could you possibly do that? Last time I checked the books, you were a lacky yourself before scurrying off.” Deserving better was one thing she could agree on with her though, even if she wasn’t about to say that out loud. Meg thought pretty high of herself since she was one of the more loyal ones.