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

“Come back to eat breakfast with everyone else who’s rich and famous and
doesn’t have to carry a tray.”
“The best people carry trays,” I say ferociously. “You carry a tray.”
“I will if you come eat,” he says, squeezing my shoulder once more before
letting go.
I leave quickly so Arthur won’t see me cry. Tears run down my face, hot and
fluid, like there won’t be any end to them.
Cole chases after me, still stuffing his laptop back in his bag.
“Mara!” he cries. “What’s wrong?”
I wheel on him, furious.
“What did you say to him? What did you say to Arthur?”
Cole grabs me by the shoulders, forcing me to stop. I was running away from
him down the tree-lined street, and I’m still torn between the impulse to shout
at him or flee.
My life is hurtling down this new path, and I don’t know if I want it. It looks
like a dream, but it’s mixed up with a nightmare.
Cole’s looking at me with his beautiful face set in an expression of concern,
but I know what he is, I know what he’s done. Am I insane to think he cares
about me?
Arthur does. But now Arthur is pushing me away because there’s no place for
my new life in my old. I can’t be the Mara I always was, poor and desperate,
and this new Mara, replete with money and success.
Cole forces me to look at him. Into those dark eyes that have always been the
real window inside of him.
“Why do you hate when I talk to Arthur? Why are you worried what I’ll say
to him? Or him to me?”
My face crumples up. I cover it with my hands, ashamed.
“I don’t know,” I sob. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.”