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

Or Shaw becomes less predictable when I’m in the mix, distracting Cole,
forcing him to make decisions against his best interests.
We’re entering the endgame now. Am I a valuable asset—a queen to his
king? Or only a pawn that Cole can’t bear to sacrifice?
I keep waiting for guilt to overwhelm me.
The people Cole killed before were faceless avatars to me. I never met any of
them. Most seemed to deserve what they got.
Randall is different.
I knew him. We sat at the same table. Ate the same food. I knew his favorite
sports teams, the names of his sons. Which movies he liked, and even what
he sounded like grunting and puffing as he fucked my mother.
I hated the intimacy between us, but it was there. I knew him as human, as a
man.
And I watched him die.
Should I be sorry for him?
I felt some pity last night, in the moment. Seeing his graying hair and his
wretched begging.
But because I know Randall, I’m well aware how little goodness lived inside
of him. I can’t remember a single instance of kindness to me. Not one, not
even when I was very small. Whatever he gave, he gave grudgingly. Angrily.
Always rubbing it in my face afterward, lording it over me.
He was a petty tyrant.
Does anyone care when the tyrant’s head is put on a spike on the city gates?
Does anyone shed a tear?
I’m certainly not crying.
In fact, as I rise from the bed, I feel clean and whole. A little bit lighter, as if I
shed off a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying.