The Last Prophet, Guarding Sophia

Her guardian angel was the only thing she held onto from her religious upbringing. She stifled the voice in her head and grabbed her briefcase. There was too much to think about, too much that could wait for another day. Right now she had to confront one of the reasons she’d spoken to Janine in the first place: her client who claims to be the Angel of Death. Taking a deep breath and opening her office door with briefcase in tow, Sophia walked out of her office and into the big, bad world.