Page 91 of Beyond the Storm

“I think it’s nice that we’re all here together,” Raiden called from the kitchen. The sizzle of meat was followed by a mouthwatering aroma. “Just like old times.”

“Should we get his autograph?” Castor jabbed a thumb toward the kitchen. He’d finished the pastry and had crumbs in the corner of his mouth. “Ray’s, like, famous now. Have you seen the number of views on his recent video?”

“The one where he’s shirtless?” Bellamy asked. “The dude nearly broke the internet with that one.”

“Get over here, Red.” Kyo grabbed Castor by the front of his shirt and tugged him closer before brushing away the crumbs. “You’re a mess.”

“But I’m your mess.” Castor kissed the tip of his nose.

“Your breath stinks.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Elasus smiled at them. The two of us sat on the smaller couch, and I nestled closer to his side. He hooked an arm around my neck and kissed my hair. I reached over and linked our hands, my chest warming at the light clink of his wedding band against mine.

Life had torn us apart, but fate had brought us back together. We’d found each other again. And I would keep finding him, day after day, in this lifetime and the next.

Forever.

The End

Sons of the Fallen Extras

Q&A with the Nephilim Brothers

Hey, everyone! It’s your boy Baxter here: aka, the sexy-as-fuck Nephilim with pink-and-black hair and eyes to die for. Now that the cursed sons have saved the world and are getting some much-needed time off, I thought it’d be fun to interview each of them.

Well, fun for me. They might wanna kill me by the end of it.

Totally worth it.

I invited them to my island. I claimed it was because I missed them. Lies. It was to torture, er, I mean interview them. So, sit back and relax. Grab coffee, tea, wine, or whatever makes you happy and share in my amusement as I ask these bastards all your burning questions.

-Baxter, Leader of Nephilim in Greece and Hot-Ass Mofo

Galen:

Wrath Tells All

Baxter:Good morning.

Galen:Why the fuck did you drag me from my mate’s arms so early? This better be important.

Baxter:Oh, it is. Very important. [nods] The fate of the world depends on it.

Galen:[stares in silence for much too long] Go on.

Baxter:What kind of underwear do you prefer?

Galen:[more staring] I’m going back to bed.

Baxter:That question was submitted by… [checks notes] a reader named Heather. You don’t want to disappoint your fans, do you?

Galen:You’re irritating me.

Baxter:So, should I write down ‘prefers going commando’for that response?

Galen:[no response]