House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

The car window went up again, Liam was certainly doing his bit to annoy the driver, “Why in the realms couldn’t we just teleport the whole way, or use the entry in Africa.” She honked the hooter again, fury torched her eyes to a golden circle of crushed glass. Liam had gotten used to his sister’s driving in the 1900’S.

He was too distracted in keeping them both from being tracked to really bother about the traffic that left them jammed in the centre of Southampton, London, or so she thought,

in fact…

He was pathetically mooning over Clare. His meeting with Kalbreal hadn’t gone as smoothly as he had hoped, it left him re-questioning his better judgment. It was a new habit he had grown accustomed to of late, but he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Having watched her for months, wanting to meet her, talk to her. Refraining himself from actually doing it, was the hardest part, but now after Kalbreal had confessed, his gravest concerns proved to be far worse. Liam knew now, he had no choice but to be close to her, it was the only way she would be protected. But if he did, was he to hold back, was she really worth it. All this trouble, that he now faced, solely to protect her. A visioned face of hungry green eyes drowsed as they searched for his, the permanent curve of her lips opening as he held her at the bayou. A scent of breath captured from her mouth when she gasped for him, honey mixed with luscious berries, assaulted his senses.

Her bodies response to him was a normal thing. Woman swooned over him, some dug out their eyes, just looking at his hands. However, it wasn't the case with his Princess, it wasn't one-sided. They were linked in ways he didn't wish to comprehend just yet. The connection between them like a magnet made specifically to unite them as one. Once attached, he knew the magnet contained an unyielding glue, which will bind them for eternity.

But he could repel the magnet, at least for a little while longer, it was those damn breast that haunted him the most. She liked his touch, even in her innocence, her boldness in keeping his hand there, under the curve of her perky breast, it awakened something in him with every remembrance. A feeling that he himself thought would never rise.

His sister yelled him to attention, hitting her hands on his thigh, “Great, now you just ignore me, leave the window alone.”

“You should have more patience at your age, but it just seems to worsen by the decade, no wonder Kole call’s you a little vixen.”

but her tone was serious, “Kalbreal told me what happened last night, Clare’s body rejecting Franchesca’s gifts. I knew it was her, the bearer and all,

knew not to pry, his sister was the one woman who didn’t like to share. He was going to have to dig

road ahead as they drove in a black BMW 3 series. Not wanting to draw in too much attention to themselves, “There was nothing to tell, I only confirmed my suspicions this morning, that’s why we need to get to Asguard, once

going to do this? The hero is supposed to rescue the maiden not send his sister, and ambush his brother

when have you

something’s changed, he’s lost. He gets calls from the Da Vinci boy

fine. I’ll talk to

and drove into the wall, through the

In actual fact, it was one of the doorways to Asguard, not that it wasn’t a mutable sight but Liam knew what lay beyond those doors, and

cold and dry, but he hadn’t minded the weather since his body didn’t respond to cold weather at all. It was midday and not a glitch

he thought it a waste of time and admiration, especially for one who’d seen far beyond the

showed as the wind blew his coat open. It also revealed the concealed weapons he

could’ve waited a few days.” She muttered, “I really don’t see what the rush is about.”

his sister and time again she proved her worth and her loyalties

the necklace is supposed to help with that, but now it’s missing, these Angels are here solely for her, the Tempters