Kris Starr had not previously expected to marry a demon. In fact, he’d never expected to be getting married at all. The demon part—or rather the half-demon part; Justin was after all half-human—had arguably been the least surprising.
He propped a shoulder on the old barn door and watched Justin for a minute: content just to lean there while his other half plus his oldest friend roamed around the vineyard’s antique refurbished wedding venue, with the backdrops of vine-clad hills and ocean-blue California sky. Justin’s hair stood up in fiery loops—he’d gradually been dying it less, letting his heritage be visible—and his hands made big excited gestures, explaining something about backdrops or centerpieces or maybe demon aunts to Reggie. Kris’s former bass player, sleeves rolled up over tatt
