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

I’m already leaping to my feet again, sprinting away from him, back into the
center of the maze.
My feet slip on the freshly-fallen snow, and I almost eat shit rounding the
corner. I can hear Shaw barreling after me, grunting through his teeth, utterly
enraged.
I’m running in a mad panic, all memory of the labyrinth wiped from my
mind. I’m back in the center, but I don’t remember where I came in, so don’t
know the way out.
I pick a spoke at random and sprint down it, taking turn after turn, praying
that I’m not about to run down a blind alley into a dead end.
I find another alcove and jump into it, planning to hide again, but when I look
back the way I came, I realize something awful: I’ve been leaving footprints
in the snow. I can see exactly which way I came, and so will Shaw. He can
follow me as easily as if I left a trail of breadcrumbs for him.
I drop out of the niche and sprint once more, chest burning, legs burning,
eyes watering so badly I can hardly see in front of me. Snowflakes whirl into
my face, sticking in my eyelashes, blinding me. The black glass walls seem
to go on and on in every direction. A dozen ghostly Maras stare back at me
every way I turn, faces pale, eyes black holes of terror.
I cross over my own footprints, and I can see Shaw’s right on top of them,
twice the size, his weight churning up the dirt. I can’t hear him, but I know
he’s close. Following my prints. Hunting me.
Picking up the skirt of my dress so it won’t drag, I run backward down the
next aisle. I hope this might confuse him. Then, when I reach the next
intersection, I run forward again. Then backward once more.
I still can’t hear him. Where the fuck did he go?
Is he hiding in the walls now?
Is he about to jump out at me?
I’m staring around on all sides, wild-eyed, fighting against the waves of panic
threatening to overwhelm me.