There Is No Devil (Sinners, #2)

by Sophie Lark

Eternal. Beautiful in a way that hurts me, that grabs hold of my heart in my chest and squeezes hard.

I’m a tree that grew in cruel wind, twisted and bent by it. Sex and violence, passion and intensity, are inextricably entwined for me. I can’t have one without the other. Right or wrong doesn’t come into it. I am the way life made me.

“Yeah. I like that floating feeling in sex. Like I’m half in my body and half out. Like you could do anything to me …”

The cold can’t touch me. I’m pure fire, burning and burning, but never consumed.