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?!”

“Fallen are the Tempters, demons are the makings of the Tempters, completely different, uhm

brother, I’ll be right behind you I promise.” Not waiting for an answer Franchesca

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

tones, she spared neither of them a backward glance. Stepping

thought occurred, why with all that noise the security guards didn’t check on them or police or anyone

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

pinstriped suit, one would mistake him for a harmless businessman man at first glance. The coldness and lethal intent in his eyes as he smiled brightly at Clare confirmed he was anything but. Raising her brow she returned his gesture, trying to act

a tock, he had a long sharp metal string wrapped around her neck and unyielding grip locking

Clare screamed in horror, the man holding her didn't stop her as she wailed for