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

She takes it, saying, “Where’s the bottle?”
I retrieve it from the kitchen, setting it on the coffee table between us, atop a
stack of old Vogues. I’m not the first person to do this—Anne Hathaway’s
face is already distorted by several wet rings.
Girl With One Eye – Florence + The Machine
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My mother takes three swallows of the wine, gulping it like cool water after a
long race. Sighing in satisfaction, she leans back against the threadbare
cushions of the sofa. Now she’s smiling, smoke drifting up from her
cigarette, hanging over her head like her own personal storm cloud.
“Come back to brag?” she says.
“Not exactly.”
“What, then?” she snaps. “What do you want?”
She can’t imagine anyone visiting her on purpose, for the pleasure of her
company.
In this case, she’s right.
“I saw you gave another interview about me,” I say.
She lets out a snort of air, the closest thing to a laugh.
“Don’t like me spilling all your secrets?” she sneers.
My mother still has the mannerisms of a beautiful woman—she arches her
eyebrow in the same haughty way, holding her cigarette with theatrical flair.
Men used to fall at her feet. She had this dark confidence that sucked them in
until they realized that everything about her is an act. She’s allergic to the
truth, she won’t tell it even when it would benefit her to do so.
Which is why it will be difficult to get what I want from her.