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

Where is he? Where am I? How do I get out?
Dazed and distracted, I see my own reflection running right toward me.
I slam into the smooth black glass, falling backward onto my ass. Scrambling
up again, I hear a low laugh.
Shaw stands at the other end of the aisle.
I’m trapped.
There’s nowhere to run.
He’s cornered me in the dead end.
Shaw isn’t running anymore. He approaches calmly, casually. Smiling like he
did as he walked through the technicolor spiderweb: knowing he has every
advantage, and I have none.
He only pauses to reach around behind his shoulder once more, finally
catching hold of the handle of the knife and wrenching it out of his back with
a grimace. He examines his own blood on the blade, as dark and glossy as the
labyrinth walls.
“Got me good, didn’t you, you little cunt,” he grunts.
He holds the knife upright, the tip as wickedly sharp as the point of a fang.
“I ought to peel your fucking face off with this,” he says. “See how pretty
Cole finds you then.”
He opens his fingers, letting the knife drop to the ground, the impact causing
a spatter of blood to flick across the fresh-fallen snow.
“I don’t use a knife,” he says, giving me that blinding white smile, bracketed
on both sides by boyish dimples. “Why would I need one, when I’ve got
fingernails and teeth? I’m gonna rip you apart with my bare hands. That’s
what I like Mara—I like the taste of your throat tearing against my tongue. I
like the feel of your eyeballs giving way under my thumbs. I want to feel you
breaking, cracking, ripping. I want your warm blood pumping down my
arms.”
I’m so afraid that I’ve passed right through to the other side.