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

“I don’t like that orange on the robin’s breast. It’s too bright. Clashes with the
roses.”
Mara squints at the robin, then at the roses, looking back and forth between
them, comparing the shades.
“You might be right,” she grudgingly admits. “Here, tone it down. Make it a
little more dusty.”
She holds out a paintbrush to me.
“You’re going to let me touch your robin? You almost bit my head off last
time I came near your painting.”
“Well, you did pick my favorite design for Corona Heights.”
It was my favorite too. Mara inspired the design, in a sense. Hearing her
enthusiasm spurred me on to build the model so I can bring it to York this
afternoon, right before the deadline.
I had been debating whether I even wanted to enter. I still don’t like the idea
of having to outsource the construction.
I add a little brown to the robin’s breast, dulling the orange until it almost
matches the edges of the rose petals.
Mara examines my work.
“That’s better,” she agrees.
Our heads are close together, examining the canvas.
Unconsciously, Mara’s hand slips into mine. I turn my mouth into the side of
her neck, kissing her at the junction of her shoulder. Her scent, laced with
turpentine, makes my head spin.
“Do you want to come see the model?” I ask her.
“Of course!”
She drops her brushes in a pot of solvent to soak, wiping her hands off on a
rag. My own hand is paint-smeared where she touched me. Instead of
washing it, I let the streak of dusty pink dry on my skin.