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

“What made you start drawing?” Mara asks me.
“At first I was sketching designs of machinery I wanted to build. The designs
became more experimental, more aesthetic. Sculptures instead of machines.”
I pause, because this makes me curious in turn. “What was the first thing you
drew?”
Mara blushes. “The girls at school had coloring books. I didn’t have one, but
I could get my hands on paper and pencils. I made my own coloring pages—
mostly princesses in dresses, because that’s what they had. I realized I could
draw any dress I could think of. Then I drew other things I wanted. Roller
skates, unicorns, a bed with a canopy, ice cream sundaes …”
She trails off as if realizing that, to her, roller skates had seemed as
unobtainable as unicorns.
“Anyway,” she says, shaking her head. “Keep going …”
I lost the thread, distracted by thoughts of Mara as a child. I want to know all
her secrets. She keeps them buried deep. I’ll have to be the first one to break
out a shovel.
Taking a breath, I continue, “I was having conflict with my father. I wanted
to go to art school. He was, of course, opposed, expecting me to take over his
company. He already knew by then that he was sick.”
“What about Ruben?” Mara asks.
“Well, that was the contrarian in my father. If I had wanted the business and
Ruben didn’t, then he probably would have given it to Ruben. Ruben was
acting up, pissing him off. I was playing hard to get—or at least, that’s how
he saw it. The more I turned away from him, the more determined he became
to mold me in his image. But I had already decided he was a fucking
hypocrite.”
“Why?”
“Because he thought he was this ruthless titan of industry. He taught me to
avoid emotional entanglements—only family deserved loyalty. But he never
gave a damn about my mother, and she was the one who should have been
his family. He loved Ruben, while Ruben would have cut the heart out of my