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

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Shaw dies on Christmas Eve.
That’s the plan.
I’ve gone over it with Mara a thousand times, but I still hate that I have to
involve her. She’s the bait, and the bait is never entirely safe from being
swallowed whole.
We’re attending the East Bay Artists’ Christmas party. In the art world, this is
the biggest rager of the year—bigger than Halloween or New Year’s.
Holding it on Christmas Eve probably means something—that artists lack the
traditional family ties that would usually consume this night of the year. That
used to be true for me.
Tonight I wish I was home with Mara, far away from anyone else.
At least she looks fucking stunning. I love showing her off. Wish I didn’t
have to ruin it all in a few hours’ time.
Mara wears a glittering gown, the halter top cut almost down to the navel, the
long skirt hiding the fact that she’s wearing her favorite boots beneath. No
high heels tonight—that would be very stupid.
Her makeup is full of sparkles too, her hair tumbling down her back in dark
waves, with little diamond stars and moons pinned all over it. She looks like
the night sky come to life.