House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Liam rumbled through the draws for the hundredth time, “It can’t just disappear, try tracking it again.”

His sister clomped her black ankle boots towards him from the passage, trampling on glass, cracking it with her heels, the noise not bothering either of them.

Her legs encased in a vintage pair of dark maroon leather pants, she lifted the sleeve of her black and silver jersey which sat loosely on her bodice and pushed her open blonde wavy hair back. Her Australian accent rushed through the room, “I have done it over and over again, if it was here I’d know.”

“Nobody knows about the necklace beside the three of us, I delivered it myself, who would take it.”

He looked at the girl, her eyes greener than the summers grass, shinier than a gemstone in the sun, the eyes of his mother. “Liam I don’t even know much about the necklace myself, you still haven’t told me what’s it for? the scent tells me it’s strong, and that brother always equals trouble.”

“I told you I will in time, try again, I’m going to talk to the police, and try ‘n keep it to yourself will you.”

She threw her hands in the air, “I don’t have to help you, a little trust brother will go a long way.”

he bent down to kiss her forehead, “Why can't you wear a dress once in a while Jullie.” With a fleeting wave of her

necklace was missing he had held Clare in his arms, inhaling her essence. She never shunned him, if anything she was reluctant to leave his embrace. Liam had wanted to be there with her, have more time with her. The possessiveness he felt of her went beyond reason, but his need to protect her first was without thought. After a call to Nathan, he knew Clare was in good hands. That thought appeased his need to claim

dressed in brown chino’s and green golfer walked toward him. “you must be the detective,” Liam’s voice echoed loudly

wore black suit pants and white shirt, leaving it open slightly down the chest, in an attempt to apply himself as a deceptor. Unfortunately, his ego was

a pretentious bastard, but what was he to do? No, he wasn’t wearing

air around him to rise, making him a minimum of a hundred times more intimidating than

his profound presence was hard enough for one not to feel undermined

me, Ian.”

watch, it was a few after

and tried to refrain heavily from any contact with them unless necessary. Which suited him just perfect because he liked his sister safe. His eyes darted back at the man

man stood there but had absolutely no recollection of what Liam was doing, no clue that he was reading the man’s mind. His thoughts flashed in

satisfied with what all the detectives now concluded in their minds about the crime scene- it was a fight, and the people had left, either than that it was a closed case, nothing worth reporting. Because that is what Liam