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

“FUCK Mara!” Randall snarls. “Fuck that little bitch and fuck her mother
and fuck YOU! She deserved everything she got. I hope she fucking rots in
hell!”
“Wrong answer,” the Cole on the screen says.
What follows is a bloodbath.
I stare and stare, all feeling draining from my body. All emotion, too. I
become strangely calm, my head floating above my shoulders, my body a
block of ice below.
I watch Cole murder Randall slowly, brutally, with obvious pleasure.
I watch my vengeance unfold in front of me.
When it’s finished, Randall is nothing but meat on the floor. Those heavy
hands can’t hurt anyone anymore.
I feel hollow inside, all the anger, all the pain, all the resentment scooped out
of me.
It’s over now. Truly over.
I close the laptop screen and turn to face Cole. I can’t tell if he’s a monster or
my savior. He looks the same as always: stark, beautiful, serene.
“Did it feel good to do that?” I ask him.
“Yes. It was deeply satisfying.”
“Why? I already won. I’m happy now. I moved on.”
Cole raises one black slash of an eyebrow. “There’s no moving on. I learned
that with my father. If Randall died of old age, the anger wouldn’t die with
him. You have to kill it. I killed it for you.”
I don’t know how I feel.
Or perhaps I feel everything at once.
It’s wrong, so incredibly wrong.
And yet … it also feels like justice.