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

bubbling water.
The noodles bend and I’m able to close the lid of the pot. Moments later, it
boils over, dousing the stove top in foaming pasta water.
“You fucking idiot!” Randall roars.
He yanks the lid off the pot, turning the heat down.
I want to scream at him to do it himself if he’s such a culinary genius.
Because I want to keep my head on my shoulders, I bite my lip until it’s
bleeding, hiding my face in the fridge as I search for the shaker of Parmesan
cheese.
Randall has lapsed into sullen silence, furiously wrenching the lid off the jar
of sauce and dumping it into the pot so hard that it splashes out on the kitchen
tiles.
“Clean that up,” he orders.
I have to get down on my hands and knees to mop up the sauce with a damp
paper towel. I can feel him watching me crawl around, wiping up every last
spatter.
I have a horrible feeling that he’s angry enough to tip that pot of boiling
noodles onto my back. As quickly as I can, I finish cleaning and throw away
the paper towels.
I set the table for three, hoping, praying, that my mother is on her way home.
My throat is too tight to eat. Randall takes one bite and then spits the noodles
out and shoves away his plate.
“Tastes like fucking play-dough,” he snarls. “How much salt did you put in
there?”
“I don’t know,” I sob miserably.
He glowers at me, his pale, piggy eyes almost disappearing beneath the heavy
shelf of his brow.
“You’re as useless as your mother. The only thing on this earth she’s good at
is sucking cock. Did you know that, Mara? Did you know your mother is a