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

like Randall used to do. Instead, he calls me his pleasure kitten and puts me
in a state of such comfortable bliss that I feel I’d do anything to be his pet and
live in this house forever.
When we’re finished eating, and Cole has washed and dried the dishes in his
meticulous way, and I’ve put them back exactly where they belong, he says:
“I have something to show you.”
“What is it?”
“Come with me.”
He takes me into the dining room, where we never actually eat, preferring to
sit at the high countertop in the kitchen.
My laptop still sits in the same place. I suppose I’ve made this my office, not
that I spend much time on my computer.
Cole opens the laptop, flicking through windows so quickly that I can hardly
follow what he’s doing.
Watching Cole navigate technology is eerie, his brain and fingers operating
more rapidly than the machine itself.
“Have a seat,” Cole says, gesturing toward the chair next to his.
I slip into it, feeling uneasy.
When Cole has an objective in mind, he becomes highly focused to the point
where he doesn’t blink and hardly seems to breathe. His face is smooth and
unsmiling, his dark eyes fixed on my face.
He holds up a small black cylinder in his elegantly-shaped hand.
“I have something for you to watch,” he says.
Silently, I take the flash drive, our fingers briefly meeting with an electric
spark, static passing between us.
“What is it?” I ask.