House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare groaned at the bright light filtering through the curtain. A quick flex of her shoulder blade confirmed her pain was almost non-existent. Guess Angel-boy had been spot on about it feeling better. Just to make sure she wasn't imagining it, she moved her bone around in circular motions. Her brain didn’t register much on the thought, Clare was just glad that she didn’t have to tell her mother, because that would be awkward.

After her teeth was brushed and bed made, she changed into her green knee-length skirt that sat snuggly on her waist, and a black blouse which she tucked in before slipping on her ‘home shoes’ which was a thick strapped slip on..

Clare looked at her phone, it was almost eleven. She practically ran to the dining area. Her mother couldn't be anywhere near her room, not with the bloody clothes still decorating the floor.

Surprise had her stop in her tracks, it was a table set with breakfast. Toasted bread, fresh fruit and honey with muesli, all Clare’s favourites and a glass pot filled with black coffee, which her mother equally enjoyed. She hoped this didn't mean they were moving to Timbuktu.

Noticing her mothers absence she checked around the apartment, finally spotting her standing outside on the phone. Clare stayed inside not wanting to seem inquisitive, especially now, with her guilt still intact. It was one thing to get away unscathed but this time things had gone sour. But with her fading bruises and almost fully healed shoulder her mother shouldn’t notice Clare was gone, which brought her instant relief.

Michelle Miller took overprotective mother to another level, so her morning encounters and occurrence she was keeping to herself, regardless of what almost happened.

Clare tried to eavesdrop on her mother’s conversation but all she managed to hear was, “… understand, I need more time. No, Wesley needs to keep his distance.”

Her mother looked concerned, and angry. Whoever she spoke to on the phone really got to her, but with her job Clare figured it was work.

unimportant, Clare sat at the breakfast table and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Clare now thought with a clearer head. She figured the guy at the church who had her eyes, probably would’ve mentioned something

ginger and black hair, and his flaming eyes, she wondered how he had managed to jump from so high. He was an interesting character, though arrogant, he was better mannered than the church people, after all he did apologise. A secret smile played on her lips. The way he looked at her, while leaning casually against the gate, he was the epitome

she HADN’T known better, or if he hadn’t told her otherwise, she would have considered the possibility that he might’ve been interested in her. He was possibly genetically engineered, a guy so gorgeous and strong clearly couldn’t exist, and it did explain his ability to lift a car up and jump down from very high anonymous places. And then there was the looks, in honesty if

of him either. Intimidated and maybe a little awed by his presence, yes, but she knew she hadn’t fallen head over heels for him, like it happened in

on Nathan as she dunked the end of her toast in some honey, unable to shake that feeling she

exactly what she did, ending up so lost in thought she

no doubt at Clare’s complete lack of concern for her presence. When Clare arched her own brow, coffee cup tipping her bottom

her mother to have noticed that she went out, let alone confront her so early about it. Normally her mother worked up to what she wanted to know, never was she blunt and straightforward. That was

okay, but

to you.” Clare gritted

the topic Michelle sat down next to her, “I’d never be able to get through life without you Clare. You are older now, yes. It's understandable for you to need space and feel that I'm smothering you, but I care for you, you know that honey.” She paused as if giving extra thought

on in

daughter wanted to hear. Her mother never neglected her, far from it. Her motherly duties went far and beyond when it came to earthly needs. She was supportive as a parent should be. Clare couldn't complain that she lacked for anything, it’d make her look ungrateful. But how she did lack that warmth and touch of a caring mother or anyone for that matter. She was like a starved pup seeking comfort, willing to take any