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

her eyes.
It’s easy to reduce Mara to childlike wonder. To give her what she never had
before.
I pile the presents under the tree, dozens of them, all with her name on the
tags. She doesn’t care what’s inside—the fact that she has gifts waiting for
her reduces her to tears, and she has to go and hide in a distant corner of the
house, headphones on, wrapped in a blanket, until she’s ready to come look
at them again.
Every stupid thing that people do, that I used to watch them do, now I’m in
the center of it.
I take her skating on the holiday ice rink at Embarcadero Center. In this
strange wintery weather, San Franciscans are giddy with the joy of actually
donning scarves and pom-pom hats, zipping around under the frost-blighted
palm trees, drinking their hot cocoa.
The city is loaded with twice as many twinkling lights, as if trying to drive
away the freezing fog that blows in off the bay, each day colder than the one
before.
The other skaters float in and out of view like ghostly wraiths.
Mara is an angel in the softly glowing light.
I bought her a snow-white parka with fur all around the face. She wears a pair
of fluffy mittens and a brand-new pair of skates, freshly sharpened to a
razor’s edge. Only the best for Mara, no shitty rentals.
I never knew how good generosity could feel. My ability to make her life
comfortable and magical gives me a sense of god-like power. Not a wrathful
god anymore, but one overflowing with goodness and light.
I don’t know if I have any real kindness inside of me.
But Mara believes that I do. She believed I wouldn’t hurt her, when I had
every intention of killing her. Now she believes that I have the capacity to
love.
What is loving someone?