House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Her attempts at envisioning life without an obsessive mother always trying to control her, turned out impossible and a complete waste of hours because she’d never known another mother, and was never going to.

Being eighteen and never having a boyfriend because her mother forbids it, made her mind scream for retribution. Her love life started and ended with a hand full of kisses from a couple of guys. And a minor crush on Phillip, who had a zilch interest in dating her. The guy couldn’t be any clearer than to have it tattooed on his forehead. Oh, but how she missed his nagging British voice and thin smiles. If only he’d been around, but he wasn’t. Thousands of miles separated them. And even if she was there, it wouldn't guarantee his presence because he was MIA and had been for two weeks. She had to face reality, she wasn’t as important to him as she once presumed and it hurt more than she admitted to herself.

He was supposed to be her best friend but where was he.

Using her index finger and thumb she pulled her cell out from the front of her jeans pocket. A quick check of the time told her everything she needed to know. Which included that her cells network was still SFS (searching for service).

She cracked open the door with the least noise she could muster, to find the apartment drenched in darkness. After a quick spy on her mother who was fast asleep two doors away on the left, she snuck back to her room on soundless flat feet. Changing into a blue t-shirt that said ‘MUSIC IS FOR ROCKERS’ and a black tights that went well with her laced black boots, she was done in under ten minutes. Wasting no more time than necessary Clare grabbed her boots and headed for the front door.

Sliding the bolt open she turned the key until it clicked and pulled the door ajar. Stopping shortly only to grab the set of spare keys from the hook by the door, she walked out. Her biggest test was locking the door from the outside without waking up her mother.

her left foot as a door stopper. And finally with a skill that could only be mastered by

before slipping it on and zipping it up, Phillip's words chose the moment to ring in her head, “If

this. She never had in the past four years and wasn’t starting now. She was an adult and her mother damn well better remember that. Hopping down the stairs to where the small piece of freedom awaited her, she thought of the night before she left London. Her girlfriend's had slept over at her place, telling violent stories about South Africa, and its increasing crime rate. Scared or not, there was nothing that could sway her to

‘you don’t get it’ conversations. Instead she shut the woman out and waited until it was safe to escape, and that was what she was doing now. Without further hesitation she looked up at the eight story mustard painted building and walked out the

The temptation of what awaited proved too good to resist a second longer. Clare strolled

she considered them both but didn't take long, because logic won out since there was more light higher up, the hill was the

thoughtless mind ten minutes later, proved to be just what she needed. Alone time. Out

in the peace and serenity her surroundings delivered to her. The stillness of sound, the smell of the ocean, the empty roads, even the lights had this relaxing aura to it, and in these minutes her mind cleared. This was the

“I should’ve worn the jacket.” she mumbled, as the jitters escaped her