There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Cole wraps his arms around me, pulling me close against his chest. He’s
warm and strong, his heart a metronome that never falters.
He tilts my chin up so I’ll look at him. So I’ll know he’s telling the truth.
“Mara, I will never tear you down to other people. I will never degrade you in
their eyes. I want to build you up, do you understand that?”
I never knew until this moment that I believed every conversation about me
had to be negative. It had to be an airing of all my mistakes, all my flaws.
What else could they talk about?
“I thought you told him to fire me,” I admit.
“Why would I do that? We made an agreement. You can work here as long as
you want, if you don’t mind me camping out in the corner. I’ll admit, it’s not
just to protect you. I have to be around you. I’m addicted to you. You fuel
me, you light me up inside. Just knowing you’re in the house enlivens me. I
can’t go back to the way I was before. I’m afraid of it.”
I’ve never heard Cole talk this way before. I’ve never seen his face so naked,
so exposed. Not blank and emotionless—raw and confused. I look in his eyes
and I see that he’s telling me the truth: he’s afraid of losing me.
No one has ever been afraid of losing me.
No one wanted me in the first place.
I turn my face back into Cole’s chest, letting his arms envelop me. Letting
him hold me tight.
“I don’t want to go back either,” I say.
THAT NIGHT, Cole takes me to Betsy’s party at her Jackson Street gallery.
I squirm nervously in the passenger seat of the car. I’m worried we’re going
to see Shaw tonight.