A Demon's Very Good Morning
By K.L. Noone
Justin Moore was not a morning demon.
He never had been, and he did not particularly want to be now. He pushed himself up on an elbow, yawning. The silky dark blue tumble of their sheets made a snail-shell around him; he curled back under them, a huddle of warmth lit by his own fiery hair, and thought about what had awakened him, and why.
Kris wasn’t in the bed, and that wasn’t a surprise. Justin tucked one hand under his cheek, and let lazy senses—half human, half not—stretch out and soak up the low purr and hum of Kris’s emotions. Kris Starr was a lusciously strong empath, and a better projector than receiver; it’d been one reason Starrlight had always had such fabulous stadium-filling live rock shows. Kris could drink in the passion, the exc
