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

Everything about him enrages me, from his taunts to his gloating grin. Even
now I can hear the excited babble of guests interacting with Shaw’s vast,
triumphant installation.
Why should Shaw get to experience a night like this when he’s taken so
many lives and caused so much pain for everyone else? He doesn’t deserve
this.
Cole looks at me. “Are you ready to kill him yet?”
My fingers itch with violent impulses. My mind runs wild, too far and too
fast for me to rein it in.
I mutter, “I’m damn sure getting closer. Right now, I might be angry enough
to do it. But you told me what it does to a person. It changes you. Breaks you
away from humanity.”
“Good,” Cole hisses, jerking his head toward the throngs of people fawning
around Shaw. “Why do you want to be like them? A blind fucking sheep?”
I can’t take my eyes off Shaw, who stands surrounded by admirers, bathed in
his own private golden glow.
This motherfucker killed my friend, and don’t forget, he abducted me too, cut
my wrists, pierced my fucking nipples. He’s living flagrantly, joyfully,
rubbing it right in our faces. He can kill anyone he wants, do anything he
wants.
“I want revenge,” I mutter. ”But I don’t want to take it. I don’t want to give
in to it. I said I’d always rise above, I swore it.”
For the longest time after I left my mother’s house, I was tormented by anger.
I had run away from her and Randall, but the memories of everything they’d
ever said to me, done to me, came along with me, jammed in my head. I
couldn’t get them out.
The longer I was away from her, the more I realized how wrong it all was.
How monumentally fucked up.
I wanted them to pay.