House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Her body functioning on its own accord, her fingers traced the imprint on her flesh. Not ever having had a scar, it fascinated her enough to ground her, remembering the most basic thing to living- inhale and exhale.

A demon, she somehow knew what it was. How? she had no clue. Raking information from her mind, knowing that if she could just remember something factual written about it, her nerves would relax. Disappointed, she got nothing but the feeling of a head concussion.

The pressure of warmth on her cheek brought her out of her mind to focus on the green eyes very much like her own and the mouth that was trying to tell her something important.

“Seals.” Nathan said looking confused and relieved at the same time, “When creatures of the fallen harms us in any way we heal leaving signatures of sorts, we call it seals, it’ll go away.” He looked down to where her fingers still brushed her stomach.

Speechless, she nodded her head slowly, repeating, “Seals, fallen, healing, wait what?!”

the makings of the Tempters, completely different, uhm Angels of hell, ring a

you to go with your brother, I’ll be right behind you I promise.” Not waiting for an answer Franchesca turned to Nathan, “Take her,

a secret, a deadly secret. Of what Clare didn't even want to guess. There was obviously something more

of

them or police or anyone else. The place was dead silent

thing she thought, and shrugged her curiosity off, heading toward the staircase. She needed time to think

his eyes as he smiled brightly at Clare confirmed he was anything but.

and in a tock, he had a long sharp metal string wrapped around her neck and

man holding her didn't stop her as she