The demon was reading, trying to figure out where she stood and how much power she could wield. Valdis knew the answer to at least one and a half of those questions. The woman had no demonic powers, but her attitude expressed no fear, and her aura suggested only confidence and that oh so sweet sense of pride. The woman would play as she decided how to act, time to up the stakes.

"Civil?" Valdis laughed bitterly, "You mean like how you were civil with Devin's heart? His emotions?"

Ex-girlfriend. More fear than was necessary. Devin had never described what had happened, but Valdis could twist words better than most.

"No, I think being civil was off the table long ago."

But she didn't move toward the blade. If she touched it, it might give the game away, but she could use the movement to her advantage, and Revelations wasn't the only weapon at her disposal. Valdis took a step to the side, her hand deftly moving the sewing scissors into position, or at least, as deftly as a concerned human might accomplish.