House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

“There must be a reason the Tempter was after me, he said he HAD to kill me, it wasn't his choice..”

The words were not complete in her mouth when he touched her lips with dirty fingers, as if he ignored the last words or didn’t hear them, he said, “Reason isn't important now, there could be many reasons why.” He added, before he walked on in front of her, his voice still clear to her ears, “You ARE a female and your mother’s daughter, which makes you naturally one of the strongest Lightwatchers, and also makes YOU a big target, Franchesca made a lot of enemies along the years.”

His mind lost itself in his memories, she could hear the distance in his voice, and moved closer to him, “You know child, we all lived together once, you training with your brothers, and Nadia at the Washington faculty. Raphael, an Asguardian, an angels spawn was always around keeping you busy, in verses and offense training, I didn’t know why he stayed. But the day you killed your first Ravenor demon, I was with you, both of us thrilled we wanted to celebrate. You wanted to go ice-skating and have strawberry and berry ice cream at the square. Nathan was sick that day so he stayed at home, Club, well in his moods AGAIN.”

“Calub,”

just turned the corner when we saw this bright blue light, at first we thought it was harmless, but there he stood, an Angel, your mother swerved the car, but the Angel was determined. He lifted the car while we were still in it, and threw it against a block of flats, he still tried to grab you but another Angel came, he had these red wings, they were magnificent and I remember him saying, ‘don’t worry I will finish her off,’ but instead of killing you, he showed you mercy, and let us

much attention as he

did what we had to Clare, someone had to look after Nathan and Calub and run the faculty, after that I didn’t know much, if there was another reason, I’m the last person Franchesca would’ve told, always so private and protective, Franchesca always had her secrets.”

was making a conscious effort to walk slow earlier, because now that he wasn’t paying attention he walked so fast that Clare had to speed

spun around, suddenly, and she stopped, putting her hands on her knees to catch her breath, packets in

for years.” He continued, “There is no winning it, lives are