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

at a normal level, she was fucking blitzed. By then it would be too late, I’d be
trapped in the passenger seat. All I could do was make sure my seatbelt was
clicked, clinging to the little plastic handle inside the door, hoping to god
she’d take us home and not drive around for hours like she sometimes did
when she was pissed at Randall, or when she just fucking felt like it.”
Mara grips the wheel tight in both hands, staring at the street in front of her,
but probably seeing a different road, one where the painted lines swoop back
and forth under the tires of a weaving car piloted by no one.
“Anyway,” she says quietly. “Cars scare me.”
“Everyone should be more careful when they’re in a three-thousand-pound
death-machine,” I tell her.
Mara glances at me quickly, her lashes going up and down like the flick of a
butterfly’s wing.
“You’re very … understanding,” she says.
“It’s not difficult to understand you. Of course you’re scared of driving if
your mother used to careen around like the fucking teacups ride. People drive
their cars with one hand, scrolling on their phones like nothing can happen to
them. Meanwhile, they’re terrified of some statistically improbable event like
a shark attack on their vacation to Hawaii. The real dangers are all around
you all the time.”
“Maybe even in the car with you right now,” Mara says, throwing me another
quick look, this time with a hint of mischief in it.
“Are you talking about me or about yourself?” I ask her. “You’ve gotten me
in more trouble than I’ve caused for you.”
“You think I’m a threat to you?” Mara says, her fingertips lightly caressing
the wheel as she turns, already knowing the way to my house.
“You threaten everything I thought I knew, and everything I believed.”
We’ve left all the other cars behind us, alone on the long, winding drive up to
Seacliff. She’s speeding up, taking the curves with confidence. She looks
sexy behind the wheel of my car, wearing the suede moto jacket I bought for