Chapter 11
Michael woke before Audrey, then allowed himself a minute or so to admire her beauty, the way her thick brown hair spread across the pillow, the fine, graceful outline of her profile as she lay there next to him. Even the tiny little snort she made as she rolled over on her side was too adorable to be called a snore.
His body wanted to respond to her presence, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. The night had been still and quiet, with no sign of any demonic intervention. He’d even woken up at three o’clock, wary that some kind of attack might be mounted then at the devil’s hour, but the time had come and gone, and nothing had happened.
Trying to lull him into a false sense of security?
Possibly, but he didn’t think so. Although they hadn’t yet been able to determine exactl
