Chapter 59

“I have a job,” Justin said from beneath the pillow, “that involves late nights and sleeping in. I don’t have to be a morning person. I am going to banish both your laptops to the depths of the Stygian Pit of Eternal Midnight, I swear to Mithras.”

Kris, attempting to not laugh out loud—Justin being a petulant non-morning-person older brother was the best thing he’d ever encountered upon waking up, ordinary and hilarious and magnificent—patted him on the shoulder in commiseration, and contributed, “There might be coffee?”

The noise that emerged from under pillow-fluff was not entirely human, though it ended with something about hazelnuts.

“If I were you I’d leave now,” Kris said to Andy and Eddie. “And give back his bracelet.”

They looked at each other, shrugged, and tossed it his direction, departing, not without blowing him a kiss. He snatched rainbow stripes out of the air and tapped the nearest visible bit of demon. “They know when to listen.”