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

Mara follows me down the hall to the studio I’ve been using on this same
floor. I don’t like it as much as my private space, but sometimes it’s good to
make a change. There’s something energizing about the constant bustle of
people in this building—the whistle of Sonia’s kettle, Janice’s snorting laugh,
and the thud of Mara’s music leaking out from under her door. The chatter of
other artists meeting by the stairs.
“Isn’t Officer Hawks coming to talk to you today?” Mara asks.
“Oh fuck, I forgot about that.”
I’m debating whether I should tell Sonia to cancel it. I don’t want to waste
even ten minutes talking to him. On the other hand, it would be stupid to miss
the opportunity to observe the detective while he’s interrogating me.
I push open the door to my own studio, which takes up half the floor on the
opposite end of the building to Mara.
Our studios are equally bright and sunlit, but in truth, Mara has the better
view. Hers looks out over the park, while I’m facing the busy intersection of
Clay and Steiner streets. It doesn’t matter—I’m here for the view down the
hall.
Mara strides directly over to the model, not waiting for me to close the door
behind us.
“It’s going to be incredible,” she breathes.
She looks down over the black glass labyrinth. The smooth, sheer walls will
be glossy and reflective. The maze includes a dozen routes, but only one that
will take you all the way through. The correct pathway is hidden within the
walls. The openings can only be found by standing at just the right angle, or
running your hands along the dark glass to feel where it breaks.
“I hope they choose your design,” she says. “I want to see this built.”
“So do I,” I admit.
Mara looks up into my face, her eyes bright with excitement.
“They will. They’ll choose you.”