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

My heart twitches uncomfortably against my ribs.
I don’t like Gemma’s bright eyes trained on me, or her line of questioning.
The rest of the show passes pleasantly enough. Shaw only stays twenty
minutes, slapping a few backs and shaking a few hands, but keeping his
distance from Cole and me. It gives me a chill when he stands before each of
my paintings in turn, examining them closely before moving on to the next.
I don’t like that he’s looking inside my head.
That’s the nature of art. You open yourself for everyone to see, to judge. You
can’t make art at all unless you’re willing to lay yourself bare and risk what
follows.
Shaw’s date lingers by the buffet, shifting her weight on her towering high
heels, bored and probably a little lonely.
I want to sidle up and whisper in her ear to run far, far away.
“You don’t have to worry about her,” Cole says.
“Why not?”
“He’s not going to kill someone he dated publicly.”
“He killed Erin.”
“Only on impulse. He was there for you.”
I imagine Shaw’s heavy hand clamping over my mouth while I lay sound
asleep on my old mattress.
Going to Cole’s house that night saved my life.
It will lose Shaw his.
THREE DAYS LATER, Gemma Zhang publishes her article about me.
She’s complimentary to my work and the show in general.