Ruby had the unlucky fate of ending up in one of the thorn rose bushes not far from the beautiful Queen's game. The sharp points dug into her skin and it wasn't long before the scent of her blood filled the air around her. Luckily, being a demon, she healed instantly from the annoying love bites from the roses around her.
Pushing herself up, she pulled the foliage from her clothes and hair. The younger brother had still not answered her call and she scanned the area with wary blue eyes. One minute she had been standing in front of the Impala, waiting for it to stop before her, and the next, she was in a fucking bush. How the hell did this happen?
Hand on the hilt of her knife, the demonic woman approached the crochet party before her and narrowed her eyes in confusion. What the hell was this? It was like she was back before the Plague again. And where the hell were the brothers! She was supposed to keep them in her sights all the time.