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 smiled before 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

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

dressed in brown chino’s and green golfer walked toward him. “you

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

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

by his own in the room, caused the air around him to rise, making him a minimum of

profound presence was hard enough for one not to feel undermined with his stature, the man stuttered,

me, Ian.”

hand, and Liam didn’t have time to talk much. Casually he looked at his watch, it was a few after six, then he looked behind him, but the men in the police outfits were talking outside, oblivious to the detective and

scarce moving toward the bedroom. She hated deceptors 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

stood there but had absolutely no recollection of what Liam was doing, no clue that he was reading the man’s

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