House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

In its place now an impenetrable thick cloud of obsidian darkness. She wouldn't allow another parent to leave her tattered, not when she had already so little to offer those who deserved it, who deserved her love, no matter how little of it she had to offer. It was the one thing she’d do for her mother, she would love those deserving of her love unconditionally. She refused to waste a fraction of it for this man who held her now when she was an adult and her heart already hardened by the ages. It was far too late.

He held her tight, swaying her body like a ragged doll in the middle of the forest. Realizing the wetness on her cheek was his and his intent was not to comfort her, but to reassure himself, her legs caved. Nobody had ever cried for her, cried for the person she was, but this man did. She expected to hit the ground but he didn’t let her fall, no, he held her up, and gave her the support she needed. They stood holding each other, like a long-awaited reunion, like two people who had experienced great loss, but where one was strong, the other one was just learning to walk.

There was no comfort in his arms, and as if he sensed so, he stiffened. Without a sound, she dropped her hands, and took a few steps back, picked up the packets she had discarded on the sandy ground beside her, and stood there, with a determined look, “You got your hug, my daughter duty is done, now it's your turn, I need some solid information, what am I?, or who am I?, at least tell my why the hell was those Tempters after me?”

She glared at him, stubbornness penetrated through her eyes letting him see the brick he was dealing with, “Dude you gotta give me something.”

In his attempt to try and keep his calm, which Clare was making disturbingly hard, Caidrian said softly, “You are going to get yourself killed, there’s a time and place to tell you all that you need to know, and now is neither.”

arched her brow before she dropped herself to the floor sitting on her butt.

just going to sit here and wait for the demons and Tempters to arrive, maybe they’ll be

to reply her, but a sudden pain pocked inside her stomach, it was something she’d never felt before, her stomach contracted and with it a deep agonizing pain. Fisting both hands to apply pressure

only parent she ever knew. The same person who carried her down Hyde-park when she hurt her knee and stitched it up. Her mother would’ve known what to do, she

can make. It was then she recalled the last words her mother said to Barbatos before he ripped the life out of her, “better my life

first, she didn’t remember but now she did, what did it mean. Even with the pain and her constant rocking motions, it didn’t stop the

that, and I know you have questions, but the pain you’re feeling is only going to get worse, it’s a reminder that times passing, you need to walk, if you’re not safe, your mother would’ve died in vain. We have to bury her and draw out her power, her wishes fulfilled.” He let her go and with a firm

the only sort of comfort she had, as the pain in her stomach lurked through her abdomen, like a

I’m not sure you’ll be able to handle it, you lived as