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

MARA
The wind hits me like a slap as I run down the steps of the theater.
For once, it actually feels like Christmas Eve.
The air is so cold that my breath comes out in silvery plumes, and my sweat
freezes on my skin in an instant. Thick clouds blanket the night sky, blocking
out every star.
I’m hurrying up Castro Street, trying to find the right pace where I can stay
ahead of Shaw without losing him.
I have to look distraught, which isn’t hard to do. Fighting with Cole was
awful. I know we were both playing a part, but it made me feel like shit
hearing him speak to me that way, seeing the ugly look on his face. I hated
putting Sonia in the middle. I’ll have to apologize to her for that—assuming
I’m still alive come morning.
Alone in the dark, this plan seems like madness.
I know Cole is close behind me. In fact, he should be running ahead by now,
taking the direct route so he can beat me to the park. I fight the urge to glance
back over my shoulder, to check if Shaw is following as well.
I turn left on 16th, slowing my pace just a little. Behaving as if I stormed off
in a rage, but I’m cooling down now.
It’s almost midnight. I’ve never seen the streets so empty. I pass several
houses with parties in full swing: Christmas lights strung up in the windows,