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

We both know the architect of this piece. The signature colors give it away.
But it’s nothing I could have imagined from him.
“Guess he’s not laying low,” I murmur to Cole.
Cole is unusually silent. I think I know the reason why.
Cole’s disdain for Shaw has been apparent to me since before I ever met
either of them. He’s never spoken of Shaw’s work with any level of respect.
But for the first time, Shaw has created something truly impressive.
Something even Cole can’t deny.
It’s slapping us right in the face.
Marcus York comes bustling up to Cole, his frizzy orange hair puffing out on
both sides like a clown wig, an impression not helped by York’s short legs
and too-tight waistcoat stretched across his large belly.
“Oh ho, Cole, someone’s putting you on notice!”
“What?” Cole snaps irritably.
“This is Shaw’s bid for the sculpture in Corona Heights Park! If chosen, he’ll
do a larger version of this. And I haven’t even received your design yet. The
deadline is this week …”
“I know the deadline,” Cole hisses.
“Well, better hurry,” York says, his eyes glinting wickedly. “You’ll have to
come up with something good to beat this …”
York hurries away again, probably spurred by the murderous look on Cole’s
face.
My own feelings of repulsion are so strong that I find it hard to speak. I feel
exactly as Shaw intended: enveloped in this web, trapped by it, screamed at
from all sides.
Cole says, “He would never have had the confidence to do something like
this before.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, turning to look at Cole’s black stare.