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421 pages, Paperback
First published August 16, 2022
“Those Nephilim brothers are something else; the way they can claw their way inside our heads.”
“I love you more than pizza.”
That’s all I wanted for my brothers: their happiness. Our lives had been far from easy. So many days had been dark. Devastating. Painful. They deserved to have that heaviness lifted. They deserved to find love and be loved in turn.
“See?” Raiden shook his head. “A nightmare. Even worse than the time I got excited to make pizza only to realize I didn’t have any cheese. You can’t have pizza without cheese. Not unless you like eating sadness and disappointment.”
“I’m awake,” Alastair projected into my head. His purple thread was vibrant.
“Felt me poking around in your skull?”
“I felt you searching for me,” he responded. “We are your first thought every morning.”
I was drawn to Titan. Attracted.
He was my uneaten slice of pizza. And damn did I want to devour him.
“You’re the glue that holds our family together, Raiden.”
Brow wrinkled, he focused on me. “Are you always so optimistic?”
I shrugged. “I just like to focus on the good in life and not dwell on what I can’t change, ya know? I can’t stop the sun from setting, but I can greet the stars and embrace the night as I wait for the warmth again.”
“I find it sad, watching the sun fade and darkness take its place. Saying goodbye to another day.”
“It’s not goodbye,” I said. “It’s just ‘see you later.’ Because the sun will rise again.”
“You’re such a ray of sunshine,”
I snorted a laugh. It was unexpected. How could someone be so ridiculously hot, adorably innocent, a total badass during fights, and sort of ditsy at the same time? A dangerous combination. That danger being to my damn self-control
“Like I could ever forget.” I pressed my lips to his. “But you should still do it anyway. For science.”
“Science?” Titan breathed out a laugh. “Gods, how are you real? There’s no one else like you.”
“My bros would say one of me is plenty.”
Alastair walked in, curiosity sparking in his eyes. Something else too. That same tenseness that showed on the angel’s face.
Typical Alastair, being his cryptic self. He learned that shit from Lazarus.
“Lazarus is on his way,” Alastair said.[...] Lazarus said, his wintry gaze shifting to Alastair
A soft smile touched the angel’s lipsLazarus stepped forward and sat on the other side of Alastair“Clever boy,” Vepar said. “But are you as clever as you think you are? That’s still to be determined.”
“Come down here and find out.”
Purah chomped his teeth together once, and his unsettling eyes grew larger. “Ah. He sounds like Lucy, doesn’t he? Cut from the same cloth.”
“Use that big, beautiful brain, Alastair,” Lazarus said, his voice a bit groggy
“Believe what you will, Envy,” Lazarus said, gaze forward. “I’m not the monster you think I am.”
But Warrin? He and Daman were attached at the hip. Warrin practically worshipped the ground my moody brother walked on. I bet he was pacing right about now, too anxious to sleep—just waiting for Daman to return home to him.
“You dick.”
“But I’m your dick.”
Phoenix bit his ear again but harder this time. Bellamy’s eyes darkened as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He fingered the collar at the demon’s neck before leaning in and nipping him on the neck right above it. Lust was primed and eager for a good fuckfest, which I was sure Phoenix would give him as soon as they excused themselves from the table
“Phoenix is our family,” Alastair said, gaze hard.
Thousands of years I had lived… but it wasn’t until I’d met him that I’d truly felt alive.
“Well, you said nighttime makes you feel lonely.” I shifted my weight to my other foot, then back again. “If I’m with you, it won’t be so quiet and empty. You can say no. I just—”
“I’d like that,” he interjected. “For you to come over.”
“Yeah?” I felt a wide smile tug at my lips. “Cool. Wanna race again on the way?”
“A glutton? Yes. But I see into his heart. Despite his sin’s influence and urges, he puts those he loves above himself. Above his own desires. For this reason, he’s the only one out of all of you who can do this.”
“You’re mine,” he murmured, skimming his nose along my jaw. He pulled out and lay beside me, pulling me against his sweat-dampened chest. “And every piece of me is yours.”
He’d said I was precious. He treated me that way too. I felt treasured. Special. Like, maybe, the happiness I’d seen my brothers have with their fated mates was possible for me too.”
I’m messy,” I said.
“I know.”
“And I snore. Really, really loud.”
He chuckled. “Oh, I know. A freight train is quieter.”
“I can’t be trusted around pizza. I’ll eat it all.”
Titan slid his hand to my jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you all of my slices.”
Emotion clogged in my throat. “I can’t sing for shit.”
“Like a wounded animal”
Don’t make me punch you.”
“You couldn’t punch this face.” I stepped into the house and bent down in the entryway to untie my boot laces. Titan did the same. “’Cause then I’d cry.”
”If you make a mess while stuffing that sexy face with pizza, I’ll lick off the sauce. If you wake me with your singing, I’ll push you down and kiss you silly. I want to spend every moment we have left by your side. Loving you.” His lips brushed across mine. “Do you want to spend it loving me?”
“And then we’ll make pizza,” Raiden said, nodding.
Raiden turned to me. The tenderness in his light blue eyes made my heart soar. “I wanna get to know you better too. Starting with a very important question.”
I felt my lips twitch. “And what’s that?”
Raiden shifted closer, as if about to tell me a secret. “Our couple’s costume for Halloween. Should we go as peanut butter and jelly, a milk box and a cookie, or a hot dog and its bun?”
“All food related. Shocking.”


I snorted a laugh. It was unexpected. How could someone be so ridiculously hot, adorably innocent, a total badass during fights, and sort of ditsy simultaneously? A dangerous combination. That danger being to my damn self-control.
A god-awful noise woke me. Like screeching tires. Or a wounded animal.
“I understand that. It’s relaxing too. The weight of the world can be on your shoulders, or maybe loneliness is crushing your chest, but being in the kitchen, working with the ingredients and transforming them into something else is therapeutic.”
“A villain,” Bellamy said, using his fingers as quotation marks. He then caressed the collar around Phoenix’s neck. “You’re nothing but a softie.”
“I’ll show you soft.”
The power of a fated mate, turning panthers into kittens.
“It is we who have changed, brother,” Alastair told him. “We are not the same boys we once were. It is unlikely the world is the same either. However, it matters not. We have a mission and mustn’t lose focus.”
“No,” Alastair answered after a short pause. “We will not fail. Our flaws will not hinder us. We will rise above them.”
Alastair said, his gaze on his phone. Since losing his collection of books when our mansion went up in flames—a devastation he’d tried to hide, but we all felt his depression over it—he’d spent a lot of time on his phone. In a flash, he’d gone from an old grandpa who sipped tea and read books in his study to a teenager whose nose was buried in a screen.