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

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MARA
Iwake to the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs below. Cole
keeps all his windows open on the north side of the house. I smell salt
and iron, the scent of the bay. Fog drifts into the room, swirling around
the posters of the old-fashioned bed.
I slip out from under the heavy coverlet, naked, my nipples stiffening in the
cold. The fog condenses on my warm skin, making me slippery as a seal.
Cole has left a silk robe for me—the kind a vintage film star would have
worn. It swirls around my body, heavy, sumptuous, and ridiculously
extravagant.
He left slippers for me as well, but I ignore those, preferring to pad across his
thick Turkish rugs in my bare feet.
Walking through the halls of Seacliff is like walking through Versailles after
hours. It seems outrageous that I’m even allowed inside this place, let alone
that I live here.
I could never have imagined what real wealth looks like, what it feels like to
the touch. Palatial, empty, echoing space. Priceless art hung in distant wings
where months or even years could pass without a single person viewing it.
The aesthetic perfection of every last faucet and doorknob—each made of the
finest materials. Patinaed with age, but never becoming broken or run down.
Motion sensors are everywhere. He already knows I’m awake.