We\'ve all heard the story of the Four Horsemen.
Talk about never catching a break..
I am.
Because the Four Horsemen aren\'t the bringers of the apocalypse.
For the last twenty-three years of my life, that\'s the story I believed, but on the day a handsome stranger bails me out of jail my world is turned upside down, and suddenly I don\'t know who I am anymore.
Half-succubus, to be exact.
I\'m a demon.
I run a tattoo parlor in Portland with my bestfriend, have a pet raccoon, a crazy ex that stalks me, not to mention this one little thing...
My name is Ruby Morningstar.
Let\'s start from the beginning.
But we\'re getting ahead of ourselves here.
So imagine my surprise when I find out everything I\'ve ever been told, is a lie.
You get my point.
Four of the sexiest--wait no--forget that.
Destruction given form.
Harbingers of the apocalypse.
We\'ve all heard the story of the Four Horsemen
