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

I’m hoping this will appease him. Mandy’s father is a real estate agent so
successful that his handsome grin is plastered across every billboard and bus
bench in our town.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re walking home with the pope. You get here on
time,” Randall snarls.
There’s no actual reason I need to be home by 3:50. Other than Tuesdays and
Thursdays at Mrs. Belchick’s house, I have no appointments. But Randall
decreed it, and that means I have to obey or suffer the consequences.
Of course I’m not going to bring up that rational and reasonable point. That
would be suicide.
Instead, I swallow my sense of injustice, humbly saying, “I’m sorry. It won’t
happen again.”
It will happen again, because something always happens to make me late.
The universe wants Randall angry at me just as badly as Randall wants it
himself.
I’m hoping this is the end of it. I can go up and hide in my room until it’s
time to set the table for dinner.
Instead, Randall says, “Change your clothes and come down here to do your
homework.”
Shit.
I don’t bother asking him if I can do it in my room. I simply set my book bag
down by the edge of the fireplace, before trudging upstairs to change out of
my uniform.
Changing clothes is my mother’s requirement. She says it’s so I don’t wear
out my uniforms so fast, but I suspect it’s really because she’s noticed how
much Randall prefers the plaid skirts. In fact, I’m starting to suspect that’s the
whole reason he insisted I switch schools.
In response, my mother has been forcing me to wear more and more modest
clothing. First, it was no tank tops, then no shorts. Last week she screamed at
me over a scoop-neck t-shirt. I’ll be wearing turtlenecks in July by the time