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

Shaw is bigger, stronger. Cole is faster, but that’s of limited use now that
they’re already on the ground. Cole gave up all the advantage when he
tackled Shaw, taking him down before he could plough into me.
Cole turns, wild-eyed, mouth bloody.
“Mara RUN!” he shouts.
I’ve never seen him scared. He thinks he’s going to lose. He thinks we’re
both going to die.
I’ve been trapped in the dead end, pressed up against the cold glass, unable to
move because the fight is too wild, I don’t know to help.
But now I know what to do.
I dart forward, leaping over the men’s churning legs, running away from
them down the narrow passageway.
Shaw gives a strangled yell of range, thinking I’m escaping. Cole is silent,
focused only on Shaw, keeping him right where he is.
So much snow has fallen that for a moment I can’t find it. Then I see the glint
of steel, and I dive my frozen fingers down into the ice, closing my hand
around the handle. I pull out the knife, already stained with Shaw’s blood.
My fingers are so cold that I can hardly feel them, but I grip the handle tight
all the same.
“COLE!” I shout.
He gives me one swift look, and in that moment, the terrifying computer in
his head runs a thousand calculations.
He rolls over onto his back, letting Shaw take the advantage straddling him,
throttling him. Cole puts himself in the vulnerable position, Shaw’s hands
around his throat.
With his own hands, Cole grips a fistful of Shaw’s hair and jerks it back,
while shoving the heel of his palm against Shaw’s jaw, wrenching his head to
the side, exposing his throat.
Our eyes meet. Everything that needs to be said passes between us.