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

“That woman would have let me do anything to her daughter. She offered her
up when she realized I was really gonna leave her. Flat out told me I could
have her.”
I keep the friendly smirk fixed on my face, pitching my voice low and
amused.
“Why didn’t you take her up on it? Or maybe you did …”
“Wasn’t worth it by then. That cunt was gonna get me tossed in jail. And the
daughter’s all fucked up. A fuckin’ spaz. There’s something wrong with her.
She’s some kinda retar—”
He breaks off, eyes flicking to my upper lip, which is curling into a snarl I
can’t control. I have to turn it into a laugh that comes out harsh and braying.
“You don’t say.”
“Yeah.” Randall takes another swallow of beer, face closing up, sitting back
in his chair again.
I tipped him off. Couldn’t keep hold of myself. I’m fucking sloppy.
Where’s the old Cole when you need him?
I take a long, steady breath. Deliberately slowing my heart rate. Shelving all
thoughts of Mara sleeping peacefully back at the hotel. Crushing my fury,
and the sickening sense of disgust that threatens to overwhelm me every time
I look at Randall’s smug face.
I clear my mind of everything but the goal.
When I do, the old Cole is right there waiting for me.
Hello, old friend.
The room sharpens. The babble around me separates into distinct
conversations. I smell the hops in Randall’s beer, and note a pine sap stain on
his left sleeve—evidence that he’s been out in the woods sometime recently.
I can practically hear his heart beating.
I lean forward again, taking off my cap and running a hand through my hair.