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 Tempters, demons are the makings of the Tempters, completely different,

I’ll be right behind you I promise.” Not waiting for an answer Franchesca turned to Nathan, “Take her, alert the Garde,

his eyes bleak, like he held a secret, a deadly secret. Of what Clare didn't even want to

Nathan some privacy as he spoke with Alonso in hushed tones, she spared neither of them a backward glance. Stepping over the

on them or police or anyone else.

heading toward the staircase.

and lethal intent in his eyes as

but one tick of a second he was five feet away, and in a tock, he had a long sharp metal string wrapped around her neck

Mom,” Clare screamed in horror, the man holding