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.

on his jeans, and twisted position of his leg she was shocked, it looked broken.

them jumping out, causing her to lose her balance. A sharp pain tore through Clare’s left shoulder as she fell, landing hard on an idle brick in the center of the pavement. Her face contorted with discomfort. Squeezing her eyes shut, she opened them slowly looking

“What the hell..”

her eyes, not certain or believing what she was seeing was real. Pulse racing, breathing escalating she was

shit get

the car, her focus detained on the descending object

Maybe it was all a dream and she was asleep in her

assured her of how real it was, and if that wasn't enough,

was mute besides for the two words that split her

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 the only hell knew what.

lungs hurt, her shoulder desperate for restraint,

a man,

and get back. Crazy guys in leather and drunken ass wipes weren’t part of

on the stone ground. And at that moment her mouth blurted