There Are No Saints (Sinners, #1)

by Sophie Lark

That sense of rightness settles over me—the one and only time I feel a connection to anything like fate or destiny. The moment when everything aligns in favor of the kill.

Mara has a kind of power separate from my own. I want to know if I can harness it. Or consume it.

“Evil men always want to justify what they do,” she says. “And it’s not by telling you all their reasons. No . . . they want to push you, and bend you, and break you until you snap. Until you do something you thought you’d never do. Until you can’t even recognize yourself. Until you’re as bad as they are. That’s how they justify themselves . . . by trying to make you the same as them.”

I’m jolted awake, my brain opening up like a portal into the universe. I kiss him and I taste his mouth. I taste HIM. Not the mask, not the pretender. I taste the fucking animal. That animal is hungry. It attacks my mouth. It bites my lips. It swallows me whole.

I’m struck anew by the absolute insanity of this girl. I admire her audacity. While planning how I’ll punish her for it.

“It’s not a demon,” I say. “It’s the devil.” “What’s the difference?” “There’s only one devil.”

I tore off her top, and the overalls barely cover her tits. Mara doesn’t seem to notice. I’ve never seen someone so comfortable in their own body, or so careless of other people’s opinions.

I find that VERY HARD to believe given that this is set in the bay area LOL

“I shouldn’t like you now,” she says. “But I do.” I shouldn’t like her, either. But I do.

obsession is not the same thing as affection.

She’s beautiful, infinitely more beautiful than the Olgiati. I can’t shatter her.