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

Mara follows my gaze, her eyes flicking ahead the alleyway, vibrant and
alive beneath the smooth white porcelain of her mask.
Before I can move, she dashes ahead of me, seizing the drunk by the
shoulder. She plucks the plume from her hat and draws it across his throat in
one sharp motion, the scarlet feathers liquid bright against his neck. The
drunk—insensible to manners, but fully alive to horseplay—pretends to
stiffen up and fall over dead in the gutter, clutching his throat dramatically
and making dramatic gurgling sounds.
“There,” Mara says, rejoining me, her feather tucked back into her pirate hat.
“I got him for you.”
“Thank you,” I say. “Saves me the trouble.”