House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

A soft sweet man’s voice replied from the back, “You late what happened, bro.”

Clare followed the voice, it was the guy who was walking towards her. Pulling her into a bear hug, her response was automatic.

Adam smelt like Chinese food, his blue hair is shorter than the other shifters, and his blue eyebrow hair thicker than average. He had brown eyes and a tattoo on his neck. She couldn’t make out what it was, beside the v shape peeking out.

Adam queried, “Clare right? Your brother hasn’t shut up about meeting you for the past week.”

Nathan laughed and walked to stand next to the guy, he was several inches shorter than Nathan, “Don’t scare my sister away.”

Adam looked around Clare, curious about what he was looking for, she turned around to see what he was so interested in, but she was lost,

Adam looked at Nathan, “Where’s Calub, I made chow mien for him, with the blue cheese he likes.”

Nathan’s happiness left him as quickly as it came. Clare could see that pain and sorrow on her brother's expression, but there was also something else, that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She decided, and blurted it out, “He’s been kidnapped.”

go find him, come

“Adam, there’s no use, word is that he’s in the Demon realms, and the Garde won’t send any of

shocked, and puzzled, “What? I

would’ve told you anything to get you

has it that Calub’s not your brother.”

inside her just as sudden, “What? No,

Nathan, who just shrugged, “Of course Calub’s my brother, he’s a Draiken,

expression, he was angry, her eyes searched for clues in his frown, waiting, “Yes, he’s

jeans, no apron. The kitchen smelt flavoursome, first the steak, and then noodles and hot cheese, even chicken, it was making her stomach burn-in hunger, her mouth watery, she conceded, “Fine, we can talk about it later, but I want to

head, the lines between his eyebrows still squashed together forcefully, “It shouldn’t matter if he’s biological or

good time to just drop it, she would find out eventually, “I’m starved, I need

and fries, in minutes. She sat in the corner on one of the couches, ignoring the other’s who were clearly preoccupied talking amongst themselves. Since they

wasn’t there, she knew he’d probably stare at her. What he’d said in the bathroom made her cautious and worried her, but knowing parts of her were

romance, but with it said, she couldn’t help the images of the stranger playing up in her mind, William, and his hands splayed on her breast. The way he brushed the sides, and the touch of his skin on her fingers, just the thought of it now made her want to just

faces, not knowing who truly to trust, was enough to focus on. She thought of William and the intensity of their encounters. It was as if she feared to acknowledge or deciphering what she felt, her mind purposefully shutting out thoughts of him, with everything else going on in it. He had saved her, twice in one day, yet had no interest in meeting her, no want or attempt to tell her his name. But his words hung on her like a wind chime, made