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

father’s chest and eaten it raw if it suited him.”
“Ruben didn’t care about anyone,” Mara says.
“That’s right.” I nod. “And that’s what we truly had in common. I looked like
Ruben, more than my own father. Sounded like him, even. Most of all, I
understood him. I knew he was stone cold inside, because I was too. He
didn’t only hate me because he was jealous—he hated me because I saw what
he really was.”
“Was he still trying to hurt you?”
“Worse. He convinced my father to make him my guardian. I was sixteen.
My father was getting sicker all the time. If he died, the money, the house,
the company, all of it would fall under Ruben’s control. I’d be fucked.”
Mara looks down at the framed photograph clutched in her hands, lifted off
the wall. She glances between Ruben’s face and mine, equally handsome,
equally cruel. She understands the havoc he could wreak, in the two years
before my eighteenth birthday.
“What did you do?”
“I organized a hunting trip for the three of us, knowing my father would be
too ill to come with us. Ruben knew it, too. I think he anticipated what I
planned—or at least, he thought he did.”
Mara returns to the sofa, but she’s stiff with apprehension, unable to sit back
against the ruined cushions.
“Then why did he go?” she asks me.
“He thought he’d turn the tables on me. And I let him think it. We went out
into the woods of northern Montana, just the two of us. It was the coldest
week of January. That forest is thick and wild. I had been there before, and so
had Ruben, but not together. You have to leave long before sunrise to hunt
mountain lions, tramping through snow up to your knees.”
Mara rubs her palms against her upper arms as if she can feel the chill.
“I was a teenager, skinny, half-grown. He was twenty-eight, bigger than me,
stronger. He thought he was smarter, too. I let him load my gun with blanks,