“I’VE FULFILLED MY end of the bargain, Archangel,” says the Pit lord. His burned wings sweep back and forth lazily in the air. “I saved your pitiful Daughter of Man and her family. Now it’s your turn.” Raffe hovers on his beautiful feathered wings in front of the Pit lord. He nods with a grim expression. “No.” The word slips out of my mouth as.”

“I’VE FULFILLED MY end of the bargain, Archangel,” says the Pit lord. His burned wings sweep back and forth lazily in the air. “I saved your pitiful Daughter of Man and her family. Now it’s your turn.” Raffe hovers on his beautiful feathered wings in front of the Pit lord. He nods with a grim expression. “No.” The word slips out of my mouth as.”

— Susan Ee