House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 2 (Clare)

It wasn’t as bad as not remembering the first ten years of her life, so she always said, “If I can handle not knowing, I can handle anything.”

She thought back to when her mother started rambling about how some time away from ‘London’s cold’ would be great. Just the thought of it stirred up her anger at how foolish she was for the lack of concern. Clare presumed her mother was blowing off steam, or some psychological bullshit after whatever happened to her. Fearing it was rape Flare could only hope not, because she’d seen the after effect, especially on people like her mother, who liked control. A shudder went through her at the vision of her mother ending up like her friend Stacy’s.

What Clare couldn’t understand about the whole ordeal was what was so damn important that she had to drop school and leave straight away, two weeks before her interview with Oxford University. That was what stayed on her mind, unsolved as she finally drifted off.

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Clare open her sleep filled eyes. Her stiff neck begging to be stretched as her lower back felt like it was run over by a train, leaving her groaning in discomfort. Lifting her head, a wave of lead greeted her before the constant pound of drumming made her want to drill a nail in her skull and dig her brain out. Talk about an alcohol free hangover.

Side effects of awkward sleeping, ‘shit,’ she swore inwardly. She scrunched her face and slowly straightened her long legs.

Five minutes into stretching her body on the sofa she felt great. Well not that great but totally what she needed.

“Honey,”

squealed before falling side first to the tiled floor, “Jesus,

got up off the floor, no doubt frowning. Flagging a menu in her hand, Michelle shook her head on an exhale, “Just thought you were hungry.”

first time that she had really looked at her mother. The light powder blue eyes so different to Clare’s green emeralds, yet almost

could mean either two things- they were getting a visitor, or the visitor was her mother. Judging from the flushed freckles on Michelle’s cheeks and the slight frown to her brow, Clare figured neither. Her mother had already been the visitor. Which meant that she must’ve slept for

herself couldn’t even feign. It was somehow ingrained in her to

showed too much skin even though she was five foot eleven and fit comfortably in a European eight. That night which changed everything was the exception. The one and only

adopted. They had nothing in common when it came to looks, style, or temperament. The things that kept Clare from believing her presumptions true was first, Michelle’s height, she was almost as tall as

that Michelle always saw her as. Clare wasn’t a child wanted in Michelle's mind, but one to protect. She doubted her mother would’ve

at me like that?” She didn’t answer her mother. Not that she

donor. She had no recollection of her father or even his name. Her relationship with him unknown. Why had he

skin and a sharp jawline to match unnaturally dark green eyes. She could almost see him, the male version of her. After all her

well. She was solid on her feet. So what if she couldn’t pull off the grace that Michelle possessed. She could tackle a

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