A Contract With My Demon
The sky was just the sky.
Mia Vance sat on the porch of a small house in the countryside, far from Lagos. She was drawing in a new notebook…..sketches of birds, trees, and a woman with wings made of starlight.
Sarah Vance sat in a rocking chair beside her, cleaning her shotgun by habit, though the world felt strangely peaceful.
"Is she coming back, Mom?" Mia asked, not looking up from her drawing.
Sarah looked out at the horizon, where the sun was setting in a bruise….colored sky. "She’s the Warden, Mia. She has to make sure the doors stay locked from the other side."