House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

It was nearing sundown when Clare had enough. She was tired, groggy, hungry, and not a happy shopper. She put her foot down when her mother wanted to watch a movie. Since that guy at the jewelry shop, her mother had taken her through the whole mall. Twice. That pretty much summed it up. The car's boot now choked with clothes.

They were sitting at a restaurant, waiting for their order. The place was very old-fashioned reminding her of the little diner in the British capital. Dark wooden chairs and lightly varnished tables reflecting the warm roof lights created a relaxed feel.

When Michelle’s phone rang, Clare, groaned. She wasn't going to sit and listen to her mother talk about MRI’s and X-rays a minute longer. After a quick signal to her mother that she was going to the bathroom, she left.

She was nearing the toilet sign when she heard familiar voices laughing. An instant knot formed in her stomach. At first thought, Clare figured she was just imagining it because she was beyond exhaustion. Her mother wore her out. The woman was relentless. Who knew there was eleven different styles of plain white t-shirts.

The voices carried louder as she focused on them. She always had better senses than most people but kept it to herself after reading an article about heightened senses being a sign of extra brain activity. Her intellect was her secret weapon against the world. Too bad it didn't cure amnesia.

Blocking out the other people in the mall her steps didn't falter as she followed the voices, in a trance. She stopped in her tracks and turned to see inside a small ice-cream shop. Her instincts took over and before she even registered her actions, she was walking in. Cursing under her breath for her unyieldingly inquisitive nature.

There they were. The first familiar guy she noticed was the Fire eyed hottie, who was wearing contacts, wow, she didn't figure anything could hide that blaze. Next to him sat the Asian guy, Alonso, who wasn’t too hard on the eyes either, dressed in a light blue golfer, if you liked the giant caveman type who grew up in royalty. To her, he was the asshole who grabbed and threatened her in a church. It was no shocker to see them together.

Making her way to the table confidently, straightening her posture, and narrowing her eyes. Today was a new day, and though she was tired, nothing was going to send her running without some answers.

Sitting at a corner table and eating ice cream, the duo was completely oblivious or ignoring the fact that she was practically in their vision as she made her way to the table. Feeling a little nervous she cleared her throat and sucked in the stuffy air as she stood in front of them. Angel-boy smiled slowly as he addressed her, melodically with his wavering fingers.

who couldn’t stay

acknowledge her, which ticked her off. But she shrugged, “I’m on holiday, it's a coincidence and unfortunate one in your case that we meet twice on the same day.” She made sure the skepticism was laced heavily in her snarky tone.

Angel-boy stopped and gazed at her with those unnatural black contacts. His features hardened as curiosity masked his face, “Did you come to spoil our

the side, maybe her first assessment of her attraction to him was wrong. She frowned at the direction of her thoughts. He smirked as if he read her mind, or maybe he could have messed with it. No, She shook her

me guess,” Angel-boy gestured with his hands, “You have a habit of stalking hot guys like myself, not particularly saying that there are any guys like myself, so to

emanated from behind her, interrupting before she could finish, “ah ah

him. Waiting for him to be rude as well. Instead, he smiled, a huge toothy grin, transforming his

isn’t the church burglar,

embarrassment, “Would you like to join us, sit down? I can get you

every day that we

throat at that thought before she pointed to the duo sitting, “I think your friends here, especially the guy with the gingered weirdo streaks in his hair,

hair’s naturally like that, it’s weird, but a freak of nature is what I’d go

to Kalbreal, who now had his hands covering his face. Turning her attention back to Nathan who now stood beside her, she sniffed the Dunhill desire blue, mixed with a potent leather and

her bodily harm a few hours ago. But logic said he had answers, and those eyes of his was proof that there was more behind Nathan. As if a decision crossed her face,