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

I step out into the clearing, slowly approaching the entrance. My boots
crunch over the dry, frosty grass, the sparkling train of my dress whispering
behind me.
Something soft touches my cheek.
I look upward.
Puffy flakes of snow drift down from the thick bank of clouds.
I stare in astonishment: I’ve never seen snow in San Francisco in all my life.
It feels surreal, as if this is only happening to me. As if I truly have stepped
into another world.
I turn to look back the way I came, to the tangled tunnel of branches and the
dark path beneath.
A figure steps into view. Tall, broad, dressed in a midnight-blue tuxedo. Fists
clenched at his sides. Chin lowered like a bull as he stares at me.
We both stand fixed in place. Frozen like ice sculptures. Waiting for the other
to move.
Shaw’s lips split apart in a grin.
He lowers his head and charges.
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He barrels toward me, arms pumping, legs churning, head down like a
linebacker, crossing the space between us with horrifying speed.
I don’t have time to think or even to scream.
I turn and sprint into the labyrinth.
The black glass envelops me, cutting off the outside world. The walls appear
sleek and featureless, but I know there’s hidden doorways in the glass,
impossible to find unless you stand at just the right angle, or run your fingers