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

This is what I wanted. I wanted him to follow. But now that I know he’s right
behind me, I can hardly breathe. I want to get up to the sculpture as quickly
as possible, because that’s where Cole will be waiting.
I hurry up the long, winding path to the flat top.
Twice I stop and look behind me. The second time, I catch the edge of a dark
figure stepping back behind a tree, only a dozen yards behind me.
“Cole?” I call out, as if I think it might be him.
Only silence answers.
I can imagine Shaw standing behind that oak, grinning to himself, his white
teeth gleaming in the dark like a Cheshire Cat.
He’s waiting. Watching me. Making sure we’re truly alone.
I continue up the path, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Every creak of a branch, every rustle in the bushes makes me want to scream.
It doesn’t matter if Shaw can see the tension in my body, if he can see my
footsteps quickening. He knows I’m frightened and that’s just fine—it will
only excite him.
He’ll think I came here stupidly, in the heat of the fight, only now realizing
that someone might have followed.
The air feels thick and expectant, as if even the wind is holding its breath to
see what will happen next.
I step out of the trees, finally arriving on the high, flat vista where Cole built
his sculpture.
It towers over me, the glossy black walls of the labyrinth over twenty feet
tall.
The entrance yawns like a dark mouth. I know the route through, because
Cole showed me his diagram dozens of times. But I’m also aware how
disorienting it will be inside, with no proper lights and several false paths
designed to trick me.