House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 38 (Clare)

She recalled the guy in the robe, as she changed into her own, pantyless, luckily for her perky breast, she didn’t really procure a bra. There was some connection she felt when he spoke to her, a loosening in her threshold. It wasn’t like the tension in the room with Kalbreal, the lust, she felt for forbidden fruit. She had rethought his words, over and over again, a silent mantra, “That princess is for you to decide.”

The words lingered in her head, a passing memory. A small spark of something sizzled in her veins too microscopic to name.

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Dressed in a full red robe, Kalbreal waited for her. He deliberately raked up her body ever so slowly, pausing when he reached her lips, “A true Lightwatcher, no doubt.”

Clare brushed the unwanted feelings that hummed in her body, “Thanks,” was all she could say before he opened the door. Turning around but facing his head to the side as if trying not to look at her while he spoke, he gestured, “Tie your hair, you look too distracting for the others.”

Baffled by his gravel voice she asked, “Is that your idea of a compliment?”

He didn’t answer, instead, he turned and walked away leaving the door open behind him. That was a dismissal, she guessed Angel-boy didn’t like to be questioned.

Well if he was going to ignore her, so would she. The door slammed shut, she went down the narrow hallway. Caidrian caught her arm, the grip firm but not sore, “You look good, but tie your hair up it’s a crescent ceremony, not a wedding Clare.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and begrudgingly knotted her locks up in a bun. From the corner of her eye, she caught Alonso staring at her, secretly smiling from the end of the passageway.

easily past seven by now, but the realm still looked bright, the skies darkness overhead, from where a beam of light

next to her,

the dazzling glimmer, “Souls of Lightwatchers, it’s like fragments of their souls falling around us, they do that all the time, but at

never lose its lights, so that’s like

head, “You catch on quickly for a newbie. I

his nape, he was a few inches taller than Kalbreal,

to be more prominent in the

hero in Aquadore mountain, and her soul shall be the brightness in the darkest

didn’t really understand what he said, but it

with small fires marking the corners. Groups of unfamiliar people scattered across, all dressed in different

a foreign tongue, all wearing red robes with golden links of rope tired around the waist holding the garment

to them she focused on their hair, which

eyes. They were black, but not like Isades was, these

of her eyes, she snapped out of her mind, “Hey, I didn’t see

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