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

This is phase one.
Mara goes to the ladies’ room to collect herself. She’ll splash water on her
face, pretend to attempt to sober up.
Meanwhile, I search for Sonia.
I find her engrossed in conversation with a broker named Allen Wren,
pitching him on Mara’s newest series.
“She’s in high demand these days. Every painting sells for more than the last.
If you’ve got potential buyers, you’d better put the wheels in motion—even a
few weeks could cost them thousands.”
“You’re not going to railroad me, Sonia,” Wren says, wagging his finger in
her face. “I’ve been burned on these so-called rising stars before.”
“Not this one,” Sonia promises, sipping her drink. “Have you seen her work
in person? Photographs don’t do justice. The paintings glow, Allen. They
fucking glow!”
“I’ll come take a look this week,” Wren says, finishing his own drink in one
gulp and leaning forward to run his fingertips down the back of Sonia’s arm.
“But why don’t you ever come visit my gallery, Sonia? It’s been months
since I had you alone in one of my back rooms …”
Sonia arches an eyebrow at him, not shaking off his hand.
“I consider it … I liked what I saw last time …”
They both jolt upright when they see me standing only a few inches away.
Sonia blushes and gives an embarrassed laugh, while Wren doesn’t even try
to hide what he was up to.
“Your fidus Achates is very persuasive, Cole. I think I’d do anything she
asked …”
“Come dance with me,” I say to Sonia, ignoring Wren.
This is such a strange request that Sonia accompanies me without question,
following me onto the dance floor and slipping into a formal position better
suited to a waltz than the music actually playing.