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

“I don’t care what you say to reporters,” I tell her. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing
you do can tear me down now.”
“ ‘Cause you’re fucking some artist?” she scoffs. “I know how that works.
You’re nothing without him. When he’s tired of you, he’ll toss you aside and
you’ll be right back where you started.”
She takes another gulp of wine, the glass more than half gone.
She really believes what she’s saying. The world is so ugly to her. People’s
motivations so cruel.
I could almost feel sorry for her.
Almost.
“You’re telling your story, not mine,” I say.
She sets her glass down hard, a little wine sloshing over the rim.
“You think you’re better than me because you stroll in here in your fancy
new clothes, ‘cause you got your name in the paper? I know who you really
are. I fucking birthed you. You’re weak, you’re stupid, you’re lazy, and
you’re nothing but a filthy little whore. You can paint a billion paintings and
not one of them will change what you are inside.”
Triumphantly, she picks the glass up again, downing whatever remains
inside.
I watch her swallow it all, my own wine sitting untouched next to me.
“Good,” I say, softly. “Now that you’ve finished, we can address what I
actually came here to discuss.”
She frowns, her forehead furrowing.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I reach in the pocket of my suede jacket, pulling out a small bottle of liquid
pseudoephedrine.
“I put these drops in your drink. Colorless, tasteless. You might have noticed
a little bitterness, but it obviously didn’t stop you drinking it down.”