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

So fucking selfish. You’re the one that made him angry! You think I like
coming home to that?”
She goes on in that vein for some time. I stay facing the wall, ignoring her.
She hates being ignored. When she can’t get a response out of me any other
way, she falls silent to regroup.
Then, her voice low and soft and entirely sober, she says, “It was just an old
bear.”
Now I do turn and face her. She’s wearing a Sailor Moon nightshirt that
belongs to me. Her bare legs are tucked under her, below the short hem. In
the dim light, she looks young again. Like my earliest memories of her: more
beautiful than the prettiest princess in a fairy tale.
Her beauty has no effect on me anymore.
“That was all I had from my father,” I accuse her.
Her snort jolts me.
“That bear wasn’t from your father.”
I stare at her, too numb to understand.
She nods slowly, the edge of her mouth quirking up. “It’s true. I told you that
so you’d shut up about him. He didn’t leave you any bear—why would he?
He didn’t give a fuck about you.”
I turn back to the wall, waiting for her to leave.
Late in the night, when I know they’re both sleeping, I creep out of bed and
rescue the ruins of Buttons from the fireplace. I want to bury him, but not in
Randall’s garden. Instead, I walk the six blocks to Percy Park and dig a hole
under the rose bushes with my hands.
Then I trudge back home, feeling a level of misery so heavy that I might be
standing on the bottom of the ocean with nine thousand pounds of cold, black
water on every inch of my skin.
I don’t know what hurts me more—the destruction of my bear, or the loss of
the one tiny connection I had to my other parent.