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

“She’s more trouble than she’s worth,” I mutter.
I haven’t lied in a while. I’m out of practice. The words feel clumsy on my
lips.
“You don’t mean that,” Betsy says.
I don’t bother to answer. All that’s required now is for me to keep dancing,
looking as miserable as I feel.
This is the trickiest part. Will Shaw take the bait?
He has to slip out of the party without me seeing—or at least, with me
pretending not to notice.
He might not leave at all.
The seconds tick past. I can see him in my peripheral, still dancing with the
redhead. Twirling her around, laughing loudly, pretending to have the time of
his life, his smile as phony as my fight with Mara.
Mara gathers her bag and coat, then storms out of the party.
Even then, Shaw lingers. I begin to believe he’s not going to follow at all.
Then, at the very edges of my hearing, through a break in the song, I catch his
booming voice saying, “Let me get you another drink.”
Shaw parts ways from the redhead, first heading toward the bar, but then
altering course to slip around the corner of the ornate plaster pillars leading
into the theater.
Got you, motherfucker.
The trout is chasing after the bait, mouth wide open. I can’t wait for him to
swallow the lure before I slip in the hook.
Shaw follows Mara out the double doors.
I leave the opposite way, heading toward the glowing movie screen, then
pushing my way through the emergency exit into the alley behind the theater.
I don’t have to follow Mara because I already know where she’s going.