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Wynn opened the back door to head out to the chicken coop but stopped short. There, sleeping huddled under the overhang was a demon clad only in the remains of a canvas sack.
He would have thought her human, but her horns gave her away, rising dark through pale hair.
Wynn knew he'd have to turn her in, but she hadn't even taken the blanket from porch rail-
He sighed and draped it over her, causing her to stir.
"I can only do so much," he said. He scratched at the stump from one of his own cut horns. "For now, I hope you like omelettes."
