House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare took the corner when she saw trouble shaped in the form of a car. The light captured her figure and the music grew louder as the car lowered speed. The front window wound down and she turned her head to the white Chevrolet, which was full of men. The one in the front seat mocked her in a drunken deep Indian accent “Hey, what’s your name, where are you going? come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

She frowned with saliva thick in her mouth. For a second she contemplated bolting it, but looking up at the sky she screamed, “God how about some help, or miracle will do.”

When she heard them laughing in the car, she caught the whiff of alcohol, they were plastered, and most likely on something more. Her fear rose to panic and she kicked her legs into a sprint. Building her speed, she ran the corner she needed to take to get to the hill she came from. She wished she’d stayed with the other guys, they seemed safer, scarier, and stronger, but safer,

“Aarck” she screamed as she sprinted down the road toward what she hoped was safety. The men continued to follow her in the car, laughing and mocking her attempts. They drove down the road and for a moment her body slowed in instant relief, thinking they lost interest. But no, the car paused a few blocks below and parked off, waiting.

She ran down the hill thinking she could pass them before any ONE of them jumped out of the car, and possibly duck in one of the hotels. To her disgruntled surprise and horrible luck, a bald guy from the back seat jumped out. He was fat with a thick silver chain locked around his neck and slightly shorter than Clare.

Clare ran, going deeper on the pavement to avoid him.

The man grabbed her as she passed the car. She screamed as loud as she could, “HELP!, HELP ME.” She kicked his shin and elbowed him in his big belly. He cursed in pain swearing her profanities but let her go even if it was with a hard shove. She stumbled but didn't lose balance.

The men in the car threatened her with bodily harm but didn't jump out. Checking the road for any cars or signs of life, she looked profusely from side to side, but there wasn’t any.

turned at the sound of the fat guy now a few feet away, screaming like a woman. Spying the wetness on his jeans, and twisted position of his leg she

her knees, ignoring the men in the car while trying to catch her breath. The banging on the window frightened her at the thought of them jumping out, causing her to lose her balance. A sharp pain tore through Clare’s left shoulder as she fell,

“What the hell..”

or believing what she was seeing was real. Pulse racing, breathing escalating she was definitely seeing something, and it was falling from the sky, at

shit get any

detained on the descending object that now looked an awful lot like a meteor.

time to die. Maybe it was all a dream and she was asleep in her

shoulder quickly assured her of how real it was, and if that wasn't enough, the carload of angry men who still scorned her would have done the job.

just kept falling way too fast, she was mute besides for the two words that split

her heels and her hands, and ignoring the pain that tore with every flex of her shoulder. The men in the car oblivious to what was now so close still screamed saying

hurt, her shoulder desperate for restraint, until finally in front of her, stood

a man,

she was supposed to go for a walk and get back. Crazy guys in leather and drunken ass wipes weren’t part of the plan. And a guy that glowed like he'd been sent straight down from heaven, had no business being anywhere, holy shit, was he an

mysterious man landed on his right knee and one really large hand firmly splayed on the stone ground.