Chapter 11

He didn’t call, not then.

But he let his finger hover over the button.

* * * *

“Hi,” Justin said between kisses, having wrapped himself around Kris in the penthouse’s entryway. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, love, you know that—you taste like peaches—”

“New flavored lip balm. Party favor. Take me off to bed and show me how much you missed me, please.”

“Fuck yes—”

In the bedroom, in their familiar bed, Kris got his demon naked: revealing long legs, slim waist, and a suddenly concerning bandage across Justin’s chest, along his collarbone, near his heart. “Is everything—”

“Wonderful,” Justin said, purely innocuous and innocent, and caught Kris’s hands and guided them to his own wrists. “Surprise. For you.”

“I thought tattoos didn’t work on you.”

“Kathi over at InkWitch figured out a way. Charmed ink and iron particles.” Justin made a face. “Stung like all the hells. But it’s healing.”

“Are you sure it’s—”