House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

She stretched out her arms, when she rose from the couch, chuffed with the bit of glee she brought Angel-boy.

Peaking at Kalbreal, his neck extended as he stared at her, “But since you offered to take me sightseeing twice, how can I not.” She walked away, smiling at his stunned reaction.

“Nathan, Nathan.” Yelling, she neared the kitchen door, she was exhausted, the sleep kicking in,

The kitchen doors burst open, Nathan emerged through it, like the place was on fire, “What’s happening?”

She smirked at him, he looked so dishevelled, “Let’s go I’m tired, I’m sure the Suns rose,”

“Clare, shit, sister, I thought somebody was strangling you, patience, it’s not even two yet.”

She turned to look at Kalbreal, his voice soft, and husky, “Come on let's go stand downstairs,”

She hesitated for a second, then Kalbreal said to Nathan, “Relax, I can’t even touch her remember?” before she followed him downstairs.

Waiting in the middle of the steps, Kalbreal offered, “Lemme get you a drink while you wait for him.”

He gave her a slight smirk, which she appreciated, considering their prior discussion. The guy was clearly hitting on her, and he was an Angel, she should’ve been happy and excited, but she wasn’t, she could see herself becoming friends with Kalbreal, but anything more than that, No.

William had already left his mark, faceless or not, even if he was a beast, there was just something about him that called to her, and until she figured it out, she was off-limits, “I guess it’ll depend on the drink?”

Kalbreal laughed, “Are you flirting with me?”

ignorance, “I never know with you, whether its kindness or something else, but

shoulder as he spoke. Her gaze wavered to Kalbreal, searching his expression, but all she saw was his blazing eyes as he stared at

Kalbreal, “I’ll take the bin out for Adam

I forgot, maybe I should take out the trash, I am an Angel after ALL,”

just smiled wide-mouthed, showing his teeth, which was perfectly straight, “Really, you going to go

her brother’s exasperated look, “What’s that

almost faintly, “A private joke, but let’s

was lying or hiding something, and

the door is that way,” She said, pointing

a

“Ok.”

a silver handle

blinked and failed to readjust her eyes, she was that tired, “Wow, cool, what’s this, a tunnel or secret

it’s a tunnel that leads to a secret passageway.”

the tunnel walls, visioning the way. Walking through, they turned left. The walls made of dried clay, ancient, not much decorated the walls, besides

smelt like desert sand, the temperature cool, it was clean and well maintained, “What does this

curled the corner of his mouth, as if she'd asked a question of utter importance, “Where one sin

by a very extraordinary Lightwatcher, his name was John Rogers, early 1700’s.”

there something

pace a little ahead of her. They didn’t walk much further from

a few times, the door unlatched itself and opened fully. Clare followed him closely, snapping his fingers, small freckles of light twinkled brightly in the room bringing light