He slid his gaze to Scriber, reminding himself where inky was in his hater list. Tippy top. If he thought Ruin didn’t know what he was up to, he was stupid. He had Scriber’s angle, his number, his slant. He and his God…Ruin lowered his head and shook it as fury gripped him hard. How could this God do this to him? What had he ever done to this benevolent Supreme Being? He’d barely taken a breath to mourn his wife’s death, and now this. Now, he was being forced to connect again. Another woman, of all blasphemous things. He’d never cooperate. He’d find a way to ruin it all, demolish every bit of their plans until the heavens trembled with his agony and rage. And where the hell were they? He looked around at the scenery. He’d studied the map at the safe house to get his bearings but the city was unfamiliar, despite the fact he’d practically memorized the road system in case they needed to leave quickly. They drove slowly along a street lined with buildings on either side, full sized trees scattered throughout.
