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

music thudding and people laughing. The sound of merriment from a distance
always makes me feel lonely.
No one’s out on the sidewalk with me. Barely any cars drive past. Everybody
already got where they’re going.
I’ve almost reached Corona Heights Park.
As I cross Flint Street, I feel the unmistakable sensation of eyes on my back.
Every sound becomes painfully acute: the rattle of dry leaves blowing up the
street, and the scrape of my boots mounting the curb.
Shaw is behind me. I fucking know it.
I know it because I feel it.
My flesh prickles, the sparkling gown scraping across my skin. The air goes
still, the pressure dropping.
I’ve reached the park entrance.
I pause for a moment, at the head of the winding pathway leading into the
trees.
If Shaw is watching me, I want him to think I passed this way by chance.
And that I’ve only just thought of Cole’s sculpture up on the flat top of the
park, almost completed.
I hesitate, shifting my weight back and forth on my feet. As if I know I
should continue along my way, but I’m drawn by curiosity. Wanting to see
the sculpture in the moonlight.
I take one step along the sidewalk, then turn abruptly, heading into the park
instead. Striding with purpose.
The path is narrow, bordered on both sides by cypress and eucalyptus. As I
turn the first bend, I’m sure I hear the grit of heavy footsteps following after
me. I stop, standing still in the middle of the path. The sound stops, too.
When I resume walking, I hear him following again.
My heart rate doubles.