House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Liam frowned as a figure announced itself next to him, “I wasn’t expecting you here so soon.”

Kalbreal appeared from the air itself, sitting directly next to Liam, who had remained on the other side of the Bayou where Alexa had left him. The night sky still, windless, regardless of the invisible and protective shields lifted. He was watching the activities that were taking place across the Saltril lake, just to keep tabs on Clare. He wanted to make certain she was safe before he left, and get his fill of her presence.

He sipped from the bottle of cognac he had brought with him, to quench his thirst as he watched the ceremony. First, he eavesdropped on Alexa and Clare’s conversation, which really rallied him in the wrong way, for reasons he didn't want to admit. And then Clare’s loss of control. When she screamed, he hated that nobody even held her, or consoled her, that made him glow. He decided to loosen his mind, as his brother Kole, solemnly would put it.

He should’ve insisted Jullie be there, she would’ve known what to do, he was on his third bottle, when he was now interrupted.

Kalbreal’s face was faint, he wore dark stone denim and a cream loose linen shirt which was opened to the chest, revealing his chest.

Liam knew that look, there was something wrong, but Liam was not one to really care much, so he took a swig of his cognac, and Kalbreal scowled. He was not amused by Liam’s lack of compassion, clearly daunted by something, and that almost brought a smile to Liam’s face.

He knew Kalbreal better than he would openly admit, even to himself. The Angel was not easily swayed, his suspicion was confirmed by Kalbreal’s voice, it, was too soft, not crowded by his conceitedness, “Ceremonies are not my thing.”

“The rare few things we have in common, cognac.” He held it up, a bottle of Camus.

Kalbreal took it without a thought and gulped quarter from the bottles half in one go, “Deceptors, they do make a good drink.”

Liam slanted his mouth into a weak smile, “And food too, what’s up with you.”

were things to do he knew how to get it done, but now

there was distress in his eyes, and

drank swig after swig of the Camus. Liam considered reminding the Angel whose stash he was drinking, but then again, what better

chance to check what was happening with the ceremony. He stood up from the old wooden bench

darted across x-raying his vision to see what was

his son is ascending tomorrow.” Another Angel Liam thought like he hadn’t had enough on his plate already. He kept his back faced to Kalbreal, he’d

why cause so much attention, he could’ve been more discreet.”

be all

the bench and walked toward Liam, “UFO’S,” he muttered,

it back by the looks of it, “Aliens and flying saucers, I

his head, “you would think by now they would have figured it out, it could never be

taller than Kalbreal but much less bulky, but older by at least a few thousand years, “There’s a

and laughed, “I would drink to that, except, do you have

could see the worry in Kalbreal’s eyes. There was a lot on the young winged warrior's mind, a small part of him wanted to grab the Angel and see his thoughts, soothe his horrors, but he knew there was no good going to come from it, especially if Clare was still in danger. He hadn’t found out exactly why yet, but he didn’t blame Kalbreal, regardless of his

arrival seemed to stem from more than just the ascending of his son, “No, but I’m sure

on with Clarabella, have you

but he didn’t extend his eyesight to see what lay in the distance, instead, he just admired the

name spoken from Kalbreal’s lips, “I was hoping you’ll be more informative.” Liam flexed his jaw muscle, hating the sarcasm in his own words, and continued, “When I agreed to help Franchesca, I didn’t consider you to have an interest in Clare,