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

I’m holding the knife, sharp as a fang, dark on its point like venom.
Shaw is the spider, but I’m the snake.
I never saw a spider kill a snake.
Sprinting forward, I raise the knife.
I slash it across Shaw’s throat in one perfect swinging arc.
Blood scythes across the snow, a parabola of crimson on the blank white
canvas.
Shaw sinks to his knees, lips parting in stunned surprise.
He can’t even raise his hand to stem the flow.
The blood pumps from his throat, a fresh spurt with every heartbeat, each
more vivid than the last.
I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.
I watch him die, the snow drifting down, his last breath hanging like smoke
in the air before dissolving into nothingness.
He slumps over and falls. His body hits the ground, heavy and dull. Not a
man anymore, or even a monster—just a sack of meat.
Cole rises from the ground.
He’s covered in Shaw’s blood and his own, his skin wetly gleaming in the
moonlight.
I look at my own hands, drenched in blood. Droplets patter down on the
pristine snow.
Then I look at Cole again, and his face breaks into a grin of relief.
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We run to each other, Cole sweeping me up in his arms. He spins me around,