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

Mara steps inside first, looking all around her.
I follow her in.
The office has been destroyed. Books torn down from the shelves, their pages
ripped out and scattered all around. The desk hacked to pieces with a hatchet.
The artwork smashed where it hung on the wall. Even the sofa and chairs
slashed open, stuffing hanging out like entrails.
Mara stares, mouth open.
Hesitantly, she approaches the desk, drawing her fingertip across its scarred
and broken top, leaving a trail in the dust.
“Did you do this?” she asks.
“Yes. The night my father died.”
“Did you … were you the one who killed him?”
“No. That’s why I was angry. He was gone, with too many things left unsaid
and unanswered.”
“What happened to him?”
“He had a degenerative kidney disease. I knew it was coming, but it
happened sooner than I expected. Then I was angry at myself. There’s no
closure from the dead.”
Mara gazes at the photographs hung on the wall, the images distorted by the
shattered glass in each frame.
Unerringly, she finds the one of my father. He’s standing on a windswept
hilltop in New Zealand, wearing his hunting jacket, his rifle over his
shoulder. His black hair and beard immaculately groomed despite the rustic
setting.
Mara is drawn to the figure next to him. A man with hair and eyes as dark as
my father’s, but a much more youthful face.
“Is that …” Mara squints through the spiderweb of glass. “Do you have a
brother?”