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

“He hadn’t yet learned to ingratiate himself with people. No one particularly
liked him. He was not as you know him now. Back then, Alastor was chubby,
moon-faced, awkward. Always trying to suck up to the popular students,
especially me.”
“Was he really?” Mara says in amazement.
“Oh, yes. He got rid of his glasses after first semester, but he still had terrible
skin, the haircut of an incel, and he’d wear tent-sized t-shirts with hideous,
bright graphics all over them …”
I pause, chuckling to myself.
“Actually, those t-shirts might have been the inspiration for his entire
aesthetic, now that I think about it.”
Mara frowns, the much deeper well of sympathy she possesses distracting her
from the inevitable end of this tale.
“It almost makes me feel sorry for him,” she says.
“Don’t. Don’t feel sorry for either of us. At least not until you’ve heard
everything.
“Alastor fixated on me from the beginning. He’d try to set up his easel next
to mine. Make conversation with me between classes. Sit near me at lunch.
“It took a couple of cuts, me humiliating him in front of other students,
before he backed off. Even then, he was always watching me. Always close
by.
“You will probably understand that Alastor recognized something familiar in
me. Those who don’t feel the normal range of emotions are better at noticing
when a smile comes a second too late, or when it doesn’t quite consume the
whole face. We learn to imitate sympathy, interest, humor … but like
Alastor’s Rolex, some counterfeits are better than others.
“He tried to insinuate that we were like each other. That we might have
interests in common. I shut him down hard. I didn’t want to think I was like
anyone. Especially not him.