House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 41 (Clare)

Her mother’s face was the only thing not covered in the coffin, and Clare wanted to touch it, wanted to feel her mother’s skin for the last time.

She tasted the salt in her mouth, the wretched feeling in her stomach and the lump in her throat. The hot tears rolling down her eyes, was this really happening. She prayed that it was all just a dream, that her mother had not been killed so quickly, defeated so easily, but most of all she wished that her mother hadn’t sacrificed herself to save her.

‘better me than her’

The words killed the rest of the restraint Clare had left in herself and she screamed louder than she ever had, and dropped to her knees hitting the ground with unsheltered force. Her knees and body crumbled with pain but nothing was enough to keep her heart from crushing, nothing was enough to exceed this pain, this unbearable, wretched pain, as it tore from her heart, from her chest, burnt into her veins.

She didn’t see the descendants staring at her, she didn’t care if they did, she cried, and her stomach ached, her long curly hair falling around her face and body. Her head throbbed, her body perspired from the heat of her despair but she couldn’t stop crying, she couldn’t stop the anguish she felt, the fear that had come with this loss, stolen from her in a matter of seconds, her mother was all she had, all she knew to be real in her life, it was the one true thing that kept her from destroying herself.

Clare gripped on the coffin, outstretched her fingers to pull herself up, putting her hand to touch her mother’s head, she was so close, strangely enough, her mother’s body was not cold as it looked, she was almost certain, she could feel some heat surrounding the body, only an inch away.

A hand gripped tightly at her wrist, it was hard and hurt, she wiggled her wrist free, “What the hell is your problem.” She yelled, sniffing.

She stood up, her face wet from the tears, hair stuck to her forehead, and no wind to dry it for her but she didn’t make eye contact with the person, she attempted to put her hand on the body again but was stopped by a voice,

“NO, you do not touch the dead, her body will be cursed.”

was a deep voice, she noticed him from earlier, he

looking teeth barely showing, which somehow made him look younger in appearance, black eyes poked

to a man

I do now?”

to a chair that was placed a few feet from her mother’s body, “You sit there, Nathan

death was a minor implication, he seemed distressed and worried in his eyes, but no sorrow. She hesitated before she turned and made her way solemnly to the

that decorated it. A thought occurred to her, she tilted her head to the crowd, catching her brother’s eyes glared at clear spaces, he was

had explained to her, they

few feet away from her, its blue and orange flames rose and dropped, she recalled what Alexa said, her mother had more enemies than friends. She looked at the golden coffin and met her brother’s green eyes glistening in

is down, a must when these things

deep voice, “Alonso, you

a glass of white thick liquid.

“What is it?”

edge off, Nathan said I

brother for reassurance which she got in

juice, it was thick and fresh, too fresh, but

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