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

He doesn’t fool me. I know he didn’t really expect the win. The art world is
all about momentum. While Cole has been distracted, Shaw has been putting
out piece after piece, each more impressive than the last. He’s working
almost entirely in sculpture now, deliberately stepping on Cole’s toes.
Shouting his bid for Corona Heights Park in every way possible.
I think we both know how narrow a victory it probably was, Cole’s
longstanding supremacy in this space just barely trumping Shaw’s rising star.
“They probably didn’t want to have to deal with him,” Cole says. “I may be
an asshole, but Shaw’s fucking obnoxious.”
There might be truth in that. Shaw’s relentless drive for self-promotion would
overshadow the sculpture and everyone else involved in the project. Besides,
he doesn’t have the experience. He can’t make something that size out of
wool.
“What’s the point of this project, anyway?” I ask. “Like, what’s it supposed
to represent?”
“I dunno, unity and peace or some bullshit.” Cole shrugs. “I’m just doing
what I want.”
I feel a deep thrill knowing that I gave Cole the idea. Or, I should say, David
Bowie did.
Cole’s labyrinth is as dark and enigmatic as himself. One true path through to
the center, and a dozen false trails that only turn back on themselves.
“I’m surprised they’re willing to make it,” I say to Cole. “Aren’t they worried
about people getting lost?”
Cole laughs wickedly. “I told them it was like a corn maze. They think
people will love it.”
“You’re a sadist.”
He kisses me, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood.
“You fucking know it.”