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

“He said, ‘That was the only family you had left. When I die, you’ll be
completely alone.’ ”
Mara takes my hand again. Not squeezing it this time, just holding it in her
lap, her fingers linked with mine.
“And you were,” she says softly.
“I thought it was better to be alone. Safer. More pleasant, even.”
“But you still did this,” Mara says, looking around at my father’s office,
smashed to pieces with a rage that still screams from every corner of the
room, all these years later.
“It affected me more than I expected,” I admit.
Mara lifts my hand to her mouth, brushing my knuckles against her lips.
“I can’t blame you,” she says. “Your uncle sounds terrifying.”
I set her hand down gently on her lap, facing her and looking her in the eyes.
“That was the first time I killed,” I say. “But there were more. It’s like losing
your virginity … the first time seems so significant. Each one after is less and
less important. Until you barely remember their names.”
Her tongue darts out to moisten her pale lips.
“Who was the second person?” she murmurs.
“I was drunk at a club in Paris. Three men followed me out, planning to mug
me. I fought one off. The second ran away. The third … I slammed his head
against the alley wall until his skull cracked.”
Mara’s hand floats up to her mouth. This time she bites down hard on the
edge of her nail.
“That was the only time I killed on impulse, without a plan. The others were
more strategic.”
“How many?” she whispers.
“Fourteen.”