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

How Villains Are Made – Madalen Duke
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The air is rich with oxygen, the cave-like space stuffed with greenery. Ferns
cling to the dripping rocks. It’s an underground garden, a riot of life and
color, locked away in the heart of the earth.
“It was my mother’s,” I tell her. “She was trying to create a true terrarium—
self-sustaining, self-perpetuating. It runs with very little maintenance.”
Mara is speechless, stepping into the surprisingly vast space. She had no idea
what was hidden away under the house. No one knows but me.
“My god,” she whispers. “It’s so beautiful …”
“She spent all her time down here. Especially at the end.”
Mara turns slowly, a shadow falling over her eyes.
She understands that I brought her down here for a reason. Not just to show
her the garden.
“This is where I found her,” I tell Mara. “Hanging from that tree.”
I nod my head toward a holly tree, its gnarled bough tough enough to bear
my mother’s weight when she kicked the stool out from under her feet. I ran
to her and clung to her cold feet. Not even close to strong enough to lift her
down.
Mara’s eyes are already welling with tears, but I need to explain this to her,
before she gets the wrong idea again. Before she builds the narrative she
wants to believe.
“I was four years old,” I tell her. “She already knew something was wrong
with me. She’d been fooled by my father when they met, but since then she
had learned to know him. To see the blankness on his face. His casual
cruelty. His lack of normal human warmth. And of course, in his brother
Ruben, she saw the fullest iteration of what we are. The family curse.”
I give a hollow laugh.