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

Now I do look at Mara, already knowing what I’ll see on her face, because
I’ve seen it before, in the only other person I ever loved. It’s the look of a
woman gazing upon a monster.
Tears fall silently down Mara’s cheeks, dropping down on the soft green
moss.
“You didn’t kill the rabbit,” she says.
“But I wanted to. That’s what you have to understand. I wanted to kill that
fucking rabbit every time I held it in my hands. I only didn’t because of her.”
I’m still waiting for the disgust, the repulsion. The understanding that what
my mother believed was true: at four years old, I was already a killer.
Heartless and cruel. Held back by my affection for her, but who knows for
how long.
“But you didn’t do it,” Mara says, her jaw set, eyes locked firmly on mine.
“You were a child—you could have been anything. She gave up on you.”
Mara is angry, though not at me.
She’s angry at another mother that failed in her eyes. A mother that looked at
her own child and only saw ugliness.
“She was right to give up on me,” I tell Mara. “I didn’t kill the rabbit, but I
killed many more.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you’ve done!” Mara cries. “I only care what you do
now that someone loves you!”
She flies at me, and I think she’s going to hit me. Instead, she grabs my face
between her hands and kisses me, as ferociously, as passionately as ever
she’s done.
“I love you!” she cries. “I fucking love you. Your life starts here, today, now
that I’ve told you.”
I look at Mara’s furious face.
I touch the tears running down on both sides. I kiss her again, tasting the salt
on her lips.