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

The producer gives me a brief rundown of the show, including the point at
which I’ll be brought onstage and a few of the questions I’ll be asked.
“We’ll show slides of your paintings on the TV screen behind you,” she
explains.
“Right, yes,” I nod my head like I understand, while glaring lights, bright
colors, and ten different conversations scream at me from all sides.
Cole remains calm and steady, his tall, dark figure so familiar to me that I
look at him for comfort every time my anxiety threatens to explode.
I watch the show from offstage, marveling at the hosts’ ability to talk and
joke with each other while their producer continually barks orders into the
earpieces nestled in their ears.
“Twenty seconds till the next segment,” she warns them.
With the speed of an auctioneer, Roger rattles off, “And that’s why I don’t
cook turkey dinners anymore! Up next, we’ve got a little culture for you—an
up-and-coming artist from San Francisco! She just had her first solo show at
the Frankle Gallery, and she’s here to explain painting to us! Let’s give a
warm welcome to Mara Eldritch!”
The producer shoves me forward. I feel myself striding across the stage, my
body moving like a puppet on someone else’s strings.
Even though I was warned, the overhead lights press down on me like heat
lamps. I can already feel myself starting to sweat.
I forgot where the producer told me to sit. I take the chair closest to Gail,
hoping I haven’t made a mistake.
“Nice to meet you, Mara!” Roger booms, like we haven’t already met before.
His capped teeth and spray-on tan compete with the glittering red holiday top
worn by Gail, and her matching lipstick.
“Now, I can’t draw a stick figure to save my life!” Gail trills. “How did you
get your start in art?”
They’re both staring at me, eyes bright, teeth gleaming.