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

It makes me want to bite her back.
“No, I’m not,” I agree. “And I never will be.”
“Neither will I,” Mara hisses, equally fierce.
She’s not afraid of me. She never has been.
I remember how she confronted me in my own studio, eyes blazing, fists
clenched at her side. Demanding to know how I dared leave her to die.
Scoffing in the face of my lies.
I seize her by the throat and kiss her, pinning her back against the slashed
sofa.
She’s out of her fucking mind, and so am I.
Our madness aligns in all the right ways.
WHEN WE’VE PULLED on our clothes again, I remind Mara, “A question for a
question. I haven’t forgotten.”
Mara sighs. “You kept your word. I’ll keep mine.”
I take her hand, pulling her up from the sofa. Mara doesn’t flinch away from
me—she loves when I touch her, even knowing of all the blood on these
hands.
Her normal-meter is broken. She’s been around too many horrible people.
She doesn’t know how brutal I truly am, how unredeemable.
Lucky for me, I suppose.
“Come up to the kitchen,” I say. “I can’t get you a unicorn, but I can damn
sure make you an ice cream sundae.”
Mara follows me up to the main level. Despite me telling her exactly what I
was going to do, she’s still delighted when I put down a giant bowl of vanilla
ice cream in front of her, covered in chocolate syrup and mounds of whipped
cream.