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

“You’re not like that,” Mara says.
“No. To me, something has value if it’s rare.”
“I value things if they make me happy,” Mara says.
“But why do they make you happy?”
Mara considers. “Because they’re beautiful or interesting. Because they make
me feel good.”
I put my hand on the nape of her neck, rubbing her gently. Making her purr.
“That’s because you’re a pleasure kitten. You like anything that feels good.”
Mara cuddles up against me, comfortable even in this destroyed space.
“That’s true,” she says.
I continue the story.
“He was cold to her. Cruel, even. She wrote in her journal that she wanted to
leave, but by that point she knew him well enough to be scared of what he
might do. And then she found out she was pregnant.
“At the same time, my uncle Ruben came back to San Francisco. He’d
burned through his money and was beginning to see the value of a place in
my father’s firm. My father gave him a job immediately.
“My uncle was clever and could work hard when he wanted to. In fact, he
was doing so well that my father promoted him again and again, until he was
the acting VP, second only to my father.
“That wouldn’t have been a problem, except that my father now had an heir.
At one point, Ruben might have believed that he would inherit the company,
or receive equal shares in it. I was a complicating factor. Very much in his
way. Especially after my mother died.”
I feel Mara stir against my side. I know what she wants to ask me, but she
hesitates, knowing instinctively that this is the one wound inside of me, never
healing, always raw.
I promised to answer her question, and this is a part of it.