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

A half dozen people have already gathered around, pulling out their phones,
calling the police and an ambulance.
They stare at me as I slither out of the cop car, cut to ribbons by the glass,
blood pattering down on the cement from the side of my face, my knees, and
my hands.
“Are you okay?” a girl asks me.
A bald man in glasses takes a step back, understanding what it means that I
was in the back of the cop car when it crashed.
“You better wait here for the ambulance …” he says, hesitantly.
I’m not waiting for shit.
Ignoring the bystanders, I turn and start running back in the direction of the
park.
I’m not returning exactly the way we came—I’m cutting through crossstreets,
sprinting down sidewalks and through alleyways, taking the most
direct route to Mara.
I’m running faster and harder than I’ve ever run in my life. My shoes pound
the pavement, my chest flames like a furnace stuffed full of coal. My head
throbs where it slammed against the car door as the cruiser flipped over. I
can’t pay attention to any of that—all I can do is sprint and sprint until I taste
blood in my throat.
I’ve been delayed too long.
Mara might already be dead.