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

Cole is changing. And Shaw is mocking Cole’s pretensions of discipline and
stability. I see how his words dig under Cole’s skin.
Still, Cole stands silent—it’s too true to refute.
Now Shaw turns toward me. It’s my turn for a blast of his smug sarcasm.
“Mara,” he says, his face twisted up in an expression of mock sorrow. “I
heard about your friend. Erin, wasn’t it? You know she and I had a fling
once. She was quite the wildcat.” He winks at me. “You know what I mean.”
His pretend pout has turned into a lascivious grin.
I am boiling with anger. Shaking with it.
How fucking dare he talk about Erin to me. How dare he stand here, flushed
with happiness and triumph. Gloating right to my face, in front of everyone.
I look at Cole, expecting him to say something. Expecting him to cut Shaw
down to size with some devastating retort.
He’s silent, the garish colors of Shaw’s web reflecting on his pale face, in his
dark eyes.
For the first time, Cole has no response. Because for the first time, Shaw truly
does have the upper hand.
Raising his voice a little louder so everyone can hear, Shaw says to me, “And
don’t worry, Mara. I forgive you for pointing the finger at me. You must have
been in a terrible mental state, after how brutally your friend died, in agony.
What you must have felt, finding her there in your bed … No hard feelings
from me, it’s all water under the bridge.”
All his shots fired, and every one landing right on target, Shaw gives us one
last aggressive, “Good to see you both,” and strolls away.
His departure feels like a vise around my skull finally releasing. I can breathe
again, but I’m shaking harder than ever.
I’m sick. Furious. Choking on everything I wanted to shout at Shaw that I
had to stuff down inside instead.