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

MARA
Cole wakes me up nice and early, already looking bright-eyed and
freshly showered. He doesn’t seem tired at all, but invigorated.
“Get up, sleepyhead,” he says. “Time for your TV debut.”
He’s already got blueberry scones and a latte waiting for me, both warm and
fresh.
“What time did you wake up?” I say, stumbling out of bed.
I’m still a little groggy from the Ambien, though my body feels warm and
relaxed.
“I didn’t sleep at all,” Cole says.
“What? Why not?”
“No point when we had to get up this early. I’ll catch a nap later if I feel like
it.”
I guess that makes sense. Cole rarely goes to sleep before midnight, so it
would only have been a few hours’ rest at most.
I wouldn’t be that chipper on zero sleep, but good for him.
I climb into the shower, luxuriating in the hot, pounding spray, which feels
particularly sensual after my hibernation.
“What do you think I should wear?” I crack the glass door to call out to Cole.