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

“By the way,” Sonia says as she departs, “I love the new composition.”
I finished my Sinners and Saints series. There were six paintings in all, and
each sold for more than the last.
Actually, seven sales occurred, because my painting of the beautiful devil has
already resold for twice its original price to Betsy Voss herself.
“That’s a very good sign,” Cole told me. “Betsy has an eye, and she doesn’t
make purchases just to inflate value. She really believes it’s an investment.”
The giddy trajectory of my bank account is terrifying. I try not to look at it.
The numbers seem impossible.
I hardly need to access it anyway, living at Cole’s house. I don’t need more
clothes. And I’d prefer not to spend the money in case it evaporates as
quickly as it came.
I do withdraw $1000 each for Frank and Joanna, who lent me money in my
most desperate moments.
Cole drives me back to the old Victorian, waiting at the curb while I climb
the uneven steps to the front door.
The house already looks smaller and infinitely shabbier. I feel ashamed, not
of its ugliness, but that I’m now perceiving it. Judging it. I loved this house—
I felt at home here.
I knock at the door like a stranger. The flutter in my stomach when Joanna
answers tells me that I was hoping it would be Frank instead, or even
Melody.
Her dark eyes are unsmiling. She doesn’t say hello—just waits for me to
speak.
“I brought you some money,” I say awkwardly, trying to put both envelopes
in her hand. “You and Frank. For the times you gave me slack …”
Joanna looks at the envelopes, unmoving.
“You always paid me back,” she says.
I don’t know how to make her take them.