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

“You spiked my drink?”
Color rises up her neck, from the collar of my stolen sweatshirt.
“Poisoned it, actually.”
She makes a move to get up from the couch, but she’s already unsteady. Her
elbow buckles under her.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’ll be dead before the ambulance
arrives.”
“You sneaky little bitch! You filthy nasty—”
“I wouldn’t do that either,” I snap.
She stops talking, her mouth closing like a trap. Her eyes water until the
pupils swim, and I can see the shallow hitches of her chest. Some of this is
fear, but the rest is the drug taking effect.
“That’s better,” I say, as she sinks back down.
“What the fuck do you want?” she hisses, panting fast.
“I have the antidote. I’ll give it you. I just want to know one thing.”
“What?”
She’s writhing against the cushions, the pseudoephedrine taking hold.
I stare at her, face still as stone, not a hint of sympathy.
“I want to know my father’s name.”
She lets out several irritated hissing sounds, squirming on the cushions. Her
face is deeply flushed now, her skin sweating. Her breath grows more and
more shallow.
“Fuck you,” she snarls.
“Suit yourself,” I say, standing up from my chair.
“Wait!” she cries.
Tears run down both sides of her cheeks, mixing with the sweat. She clutches