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

Shaw is a threat. There’s no fucking way I’ll ever relax enough for him to put
a knife in my back, or Mara’s.
It’s then that I realize Mara is wearing her old clothes—jeans and her favorite
battered boots.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demand.
“Sweet Maple,” Mara says.
“The fuck you are.”
“I’m working this morning, and you’re not stopping me,” she says, jaw set.
“You can come along if you like, but I’m doing the full brunch shift.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You don’t need a side job anymore.”
“I’m not doing it for the money. I owe it to Arthur.”
“He can find another waitress,” I say dismissively.
Mara crosses her arms over her chest, refusing to back down.
“My last year of high school, I applied to the Academy of Art. I spent that
entire year working on my portfolio. The week I was supposed to submit it,
my mother threw it in the tub and soaked it in bleach. Then she cleaned out
the $1200 I had hidden inside a book in my room. She thought I couldn’t
leave if I had no money and no scholarship. I left anyway, the day I turned
eighteen. I bounced around a few couches, halfway to homeless. When I
showed up at Sweet Maple, I had a backpack of clothes and six dollars to my
name. No resume. Hadn’t taken a shower in a week. My sneakers had holes
big enough for my toes to poke through. Arthur hired me anyway. He gave
me two hundred dollars up front so I could buy some better shoes. I bought
these boots.” Mara sticks out one foot, showing the boots that look like
they’ve been through a war. “He didn’t know me. Didn’t know if I’d take the
money and never show up for a shift. He helped me anyway. So I’m not ever
quitting that job, until Arthur doesn’t need me anymore.”
“Alright, alright,” I say, holding up my hands. “I’ll drive you over.”
Flushed with victory, Mara grins at me.