House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 8 (Clare)

Blazing hot lava, molten fire, dancing in his gaze, it was a live rhythm of red, orange, yellow, and black flames threatening to be unleashed. What the hell is this man? His eyes snapped shut and she realized with dread that she said that out loud, shoot, “Sorry.”

When he didn't look at her, knowing it was trite but she had to say something she added, “They are exquisite, like the sun at the height of its brightness.” You are exquisite, she completed to herself, with thick brows that are perfectly shaped.

Geared in a grey leather pants and a light shirt that hanged loosely on his body. Whilst a hilt of a dagger stuck out on the right of his pants wrapped in a chain sheath made out of gold and heavy metal. He looked as if he’d been born to wear this attire. It matched him perfectly.

She couldn’t say he looked ancient because he wasn’t. In fact the world seemed under developed and small for this warrior man.

The tall stranger stood there waiting for her to say something else, was that hope on his face. After what felt like hours getting lost in his lava gaze, she managed to get more control of herself and a thought struck her, “Hey, how do you know where I'm staying, do you know me?”

Clare felt flushed when he tightened his jaw line, his features sharp and pointy. He had the sexiest nose ever, a perfect slope, defining the crease on his lip.

However, the said lips didn't answer her question but warned her instead, “Whatever you saw tonight keep it to yourself, we wouldn’t want any awkward occurrences happening.”

She frowned staring in to his molten eyes, “What are you anyway?”

He flinched so quickly, she almost missed it, but she didn’t, nor did she miss the tension in his shoulders, “lets’ just say I’m special.”

she touched her shoulder with her right hand rubbing it, “Are

closed it before a full tooth smile broke out, and holy was he

thought, if I have to choose between that and death, I think I’ll go with the first option. Oh gosh I'm rambling. I tend to do that, amongst other things but I'm sure you don't care, I’m not gonna see

slight gapped mouth, well,

supposedly tell anybody, they’d

he muttered. She stared at him thinking maybe he

paused on her chest, his breathing laboured, “Saving your life was a favour.

Angel-boy, and quit staring at my

was amused by Clare’s sudden outburst which just pissed her off more. She ignored him and opened the gate. She walked four steps when he appeared in front of her. Startled, she jumped back, hand on her

was no smiling or amusement now, “I’m sorry, please, I wasn't trying to be rude. Just

hide her emotions she rolled her eyes, belying the lump stuck in her throat, that he actually apologized. He was the first one to ever utter those words to her, “Story of my life Angel-boy. Whatever,

a worry frown marred his skin. Talking just loud enough that she could hear him, “Put some ice on that.”

shoulder, “It’ll be fine in the morning, You’ll see me sooner than you

eyes sparkled with the light reflected from the moon, “Unfortunately for today our meeting is over, the others are waiting for me,” he turned his head, hair blocking his face, and laughed aloud as though he couldn’t believe his

couldn’t be upset with the guy. He did save her life even though

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