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

“I believed I was gaining more and more control of my emotions by the day.
I thought that made me powerful, and better than other people. I had my
emotions locked down so deep that I hardly felt anything anymore. My anger
at Oswald was one of the first encounters that had stirred me in a long time.
And I was angry. I was emotional. Much more than I would have admitted.”
Mara squeezes my thigh. She still fucking feels for me. No matter what I did.
Whether it was justified or not.
“I gave him one last chance. I asked him for a letter of recommendation for a
study abroad in Venice. It was a competitive program—only two students
would be selected from our school.
“Oswald fixed me with this look of pretend sympathy, and said with what
I’m sure he thought was complete sincerity, ‘I wish I could Cole, but I really
don’t think anything you’ve made this semester justifies that sort of
recommendation. Maybe next year, if you really come into your own.’
“I had just made a sculpture that had the whole classroom buzzing with envy,
every student in that room wishing they’d thought of it first, and several of
the girls snapping photos on their phones. Oswald gave it a B+. I could have
killed him for that alone.
“From that moment forward, I started making plans. That was when I created
my method, that served me flawlessly since. I found an abandoned mine
shaft, not on any map, far away from hiking trails. You’ll know where that
was, because it’s where you and I first met.”
Mara’s mouth falls open as she finally realizes what I was doing that night. I
wasn’t in the woods to find her—I was there to lose someone else.
“I spent four weeks researching forensic evidence, and four more planning
the event. It all went off exactly as I planned. I entered his house via an
unlocked window I’d scouted before. I wore a full containment suit. Knelt on
his chest before he even woke up, already strangling him, pinning him down
with my weight. He looked up into my eyes and I saw the comprehension on
his face. He knew why I was killing him. I wanted him to know. I finally got
the acknowledgement of what he’d done. It passed silently between us as he
died.