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

high-minded simply because we were studying art. The same rules applied
there as everywhere else: money, connections, and strategy mattered just as
much as the work itself.
“All the rules of subterfuge applied as well. Classmates like Valerie
Whittaker were always going to get the most direct instruction from Professor
Oswald because he loved bending over her canvas when she wore one of her
clinging, low-cut sweaters.
“That irritated some of the male students in the class. I thought it was only
natural. Valerie was using every weapon in her arsenal. She was talented, one
of the best in the class, and I found it amusing how she had the professor
wrapped around her little finger.
“All the professors at the school were working artists themselves. They spoke
with reverence of the Damien Hirsts and Kara Walkers of the world, but
couldn’t hide the edge of envy that they had failed to become one of the
greats themselves, instead of scratching a living teaching the spoiled children
of families rich enough to afford the tuition.
“If you were really poor, you could get into CalArts on scholarship. That was
the case with Alastor Shaw.”
Even though she’s been waiting for his introduction, Mara gives a little
grimace at his name, unconsciously touching the raised scar running up her
left wrist.
“I disliked him immediately. Not because he was poor, but because he kept
insisting that he wasn’t.
“It’s impossible to pretend to be wealthier than you are. You might as well
plop yourself down in the center of Kenya and try to convince the Maasai
that you’re one of them.
“Alastor was a terrible liar. His incompetence irritated me more than the lies
themselves. After the Christmas break, he came back to school wearing a
Rolex that was obviously fake. He kept flashing it at everyone, not realizing
that Rolex is the McDonald’s of luxury watches. Even a real one wouldn’t
have impressed at our school.