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.”

it, “Are the

“No actually, they a lot like you.” He opened his mouth then closed it before a full tooth smile broke out, and holy was he beautiful, “Let's slow down with

ain't cool, but on second thought, if I have to choose between that and death, I think

well,

to clear his head, “If hypothetically you did supposedly tell anybody, they’d just think your crazy, now that,

he muttered.

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

her head, “I asked a simple question. Sex wasn't in my question Angel-boy, and quit staring at my boobs.” When he didn't look away, she snarled, “All Braun and no brains,

sudden outburst which just pissed her off more. She ignored him and opened the gate. She walked four steps when he

her with intensity, regret, there was no smiling or amusement now, “I’m sorry, please, I wasn't trying to be rude. Just don't, aah.” He turned his back to her, then spun back around, his eyes narrowed, “Don’t expect much from me. You’d

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, it's late. I really just wanna forget this

frown marred his skin. Talking just loud enough that she could hear him, “Put some

fine in the morning, You’ll see me sooner

the others are waiting for me,” he turned his head, hair

be upset with the guy. He did save her life even though he was a bit

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