Page 27 of There is No Devil

“You wanted to help her.”

“I helped myself. It just happened to benefit Sonia as well.”

Mara shakes her head at me, already recovering her amusement. “You have a soft spot for women.”

“The fuck I do. Don’t forget how we met.”

“I remember.”

The office is growing dark. I never switched on the lights, because I shattered the overhead fixture along with everything else in the room. We’ve been sitting in the little light that could filter through the wisteria and the dusty windows. Now it’s all fading away.

“You know, that wasn’t the first time I actually saw you.”

Mara blinks, her lips forming a small circle of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw you at the Oasis show. Shaw did, too. He saw me watching you. Jack Brisk spilled wine on your dress. I thought you’d leave the party—instead you used more wine to dye the dress. It surprised me that you were so innovative. Surprised me more how beautifully you did it. I was impressed. Shaw couldn’t understand that, of course. He thought I wanted to fuck you.”

Mara stares at me, mouth open.

She says, “Is that why he took me?”

“Yes,” I admit. “I insulted him. I said he was undisciplined, out of control. He wanted to prove I was the same … under the right temptation.”

Mara blinks slowly, finally understanding.

“Youchose me.”

“I didn’t know it then, but I already had. I tried to leave you on that mountain … you survived anyway. From that moment, I was obsessed. I had to know how you did it. I had to understand.”

Mara’s eyes are dark and liquid in failing light.

“And do you? Do you understand now?”

I rest my palm against the edge of her jaw, stroking my thumb across her lips.

“I know you can’t be broken. I’m still testing if you can be tamed …”

Mara catches my thumb in her teeth, biting down.

“You’re not tame yourself.”

I like how hard she bites, the little savage.

It makes me want to bite her back.

“No, I’m not,” I agree. “And I never will be.”

“Neither will I,” Mara hisses, equally fierce.

She’s not afraid of me. She never has been.

I remember how she confronted me in my own studio, eyes blazing, fists clenched at her side. Demanding to know how I dared leave her to die. Scoffing in the face of my lies.

I seize her by the throat and kiss her, pinning her back against the slashed sofa.

She’s out of her fucking mind, and so am I.

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