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

the front of the hoodie, pulling it away from her chest as if that will ease the
pressure.
“Tell me his name,” I say, quietly, relentlessly.
She’s groaning and writhing, pulling at the shirt.
“Tell me. You don’t have much time.”
“Arghhhh!” she groans, rolling on her side and then on her back again,
thrashing around in the blankets, trying to ease the pressure any way she can.
I’m colder than ice. I feel nothing but the relentless drive to squeeze this
secret out of her. The one thing of value she could tell me, but she always
refused.
“Tell me,” I order, my eyes fixed on her face while she twists in a rictus of
agony.
She makes a mumbling sound, drooling a little at the strained edges of her
mouth.
“Tell me!”
She shakes her head like a toddler holding its breath, eyes slitted, hatefully
obstinate all the way to the end.
“TELL ME!” I roar, and I slap her hard across the face.
The pain jolts her. Fear replaces stubbornness as she finally realizes I’m not
fucking around.
“I DON’T KNOW!” she howls, her voice strangling in her throat. “I NEVER
KNEW! Are you happy, you fucking cunt? I never knew who he was! I don’t
even remember it happening.”
She rolls off the couch, shoving the coffee table with her hip as she falls,
toppling the bottle of wine so it tumbles on its side and pours the liquor onto
the floor with a steady glug, glug, glug.
I make no move to right the bottle.
I don’t touch my mother, either.