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 on.” he hurried out the

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

“What? I

Caidrian would’ve told you anything to get

added clearly worried, “Rumor has it that Calub’s not your

just as sudden, “What? No, Caidrian would have

shrugged, “Of course Calub’s my brother,

by his expression, he was angry, her eyes searched for clues in his frown, waiting, “Yes, he’s a Draiken, this isn’t the time to

even chicken, it was making her stomach burn-in hunger, her mouth watery, she conceded, “Fine, we can

his head, the lines between his eyebrows still squashed together forcefully, “It shouldn’t

just drop it, she would find out eventually, “I’m starved,

gulped her food down, which consisted of steak 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 had

was still missing in action, but it didn’t bother her, in fact, she was more at ease eating when he wasn’t there, she knew he’d probably stare at her. What he’d said in the bathroom made her cautious and

for 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

a bunch of new 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,