Page 100 of Beyond the Storm

Alastair:Do enlighten me.

Baxter:I think they’d call you a hard-ass who’s stubborn. They’d probably say you’re arrogant too. But at the end of the day, you’re reliable. They know they can come to you and you’d do anything to protect them. You’re their rock.

Alastair:[shifts in his chair] I must admit. You being nice is somewhat suspicious.

Baxter:Hey. I have no ulterior motives, I swear. I’m just calling it how I see it. But this emotional shit is making me feel gross, so let’s move on. Kids. Do you and the angel want them?

Alastair:The angel has a name.

Baxter:Commander Dickwad?

Alastair:Lazarusand I have discussed having children, but it’s not something we want at this time.

Baxter:Are you worried your baby won’t be as cute as Daman and Warrin’s? It’s okay. You can be honest.

Alastair:[stands up] I take it you have everything you need? I’ll see myself out.

Baxter:You’re such a bastard. [laughs] At least answer one more.

Alastair:[narrows eyes] I’m listening.

Baxter:How’s Konnar doing these days? Still single?

Alastair:Is that a question from a reader or from you?

Baxter:[grins]

Alastair:I hate to burst your bubble… actually, I take that back. I don’t hate it. Doing so pleases me. Konnar is still single, yes, but you aren’t his type.

Baxter:Whatishis type? Big, muscled archangels with a penchant for sweets and who are helpless around technology?

Alastair:Enjoy the rest of your evening. [walks away]

Interview Notes:Pride is… well, Pride. Cocky son of a bitch. Has a cute ass though. I got a perfect view of it as he left the room.

Kallias:

Melancholy Tells All

Baxter:You look well.

Kallias:I am. [takes a seat] I cannot recall a time when I’ve been happier.

Baxter:That’s a lot coming from you. Melancholy is behaving, I guess?

Kallias:Melancholy certainly still has his gloomy moments, but having our mate returned to us has lifted even his spirits. This past year has been the best of my life. I have you partly to thank for that. You’ve generously given Elasus and I a home on your island.

Baxter:You’re not allowed to make me emotional. Stop it.

Kallias:[small smile]

Baxter:Unfortunately, there were no questions submitted for you. But worry not—I’ve come prepared with some of my own.

Kallias:I understand.

Baxter:Gods. You make my chest ache. If it means anything, you’re my favorite cursed son. It’s why I saved you for last.

Kallias:I hope I meet your expectations.