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?”

kindness or something else, but with me,

Kalbreal, searching his expression, but

“I’ll take the bin out for Adam if I were

out the trash, I am an Angel

teeth, which was perfectly straight, “Really, you going to go there NOW,

laughing by her brother’s

noticed her and said almost faintly, “A private

was lying or hiding something, and Nathan was definitely holding something back

She said, pointing her

there’s a quicker way,”

“Ok.”

ask any more questions, she needed a hot bath and some rest. Following him to the bar area, she watched as he moved a silver handle on the wooden counter and the bar shelves started to separate. The alcohol bottles didn’t fall off the shelves but

blinked and failed to readjust her eyes, she

it’s a tunnel

way. Walking through, they turned left. The walls made of dried clay,

it was clean and well maintained, “What does this

if she'd asked a question of utter importance, “Where

was written by a very extraordinary Lightwatcher, his name was John Rogers,

something to

moving.” He turned and kept a steadier pace a little ahead of her. They didn’t walk much further

and opened fully. Clare followed him closely, snapping his fingers, small