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.”

his years of speaking. When there were things to do he knew how to get it done, but now Kalbreal needed him, no matter how much he hated the annoyance of the Angels’ constant uninvited

for him, there was distress in his eyes, and Liam knew it wasn’t good for anyone

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

ceremony. He stood up from the old wooden bench and walked a few steps to

eyes darted across x-raying his vision to see what was happening

He kept his back faced to Kalbreal, he’d known him long enough to know that Kalbreal was not one who you fooled easily but then neither was he - “Oh, when

cause so much attention, he could’ve been more

to be all over

toward Liam, “UFO’S,” he muttered,

and flying saucers, I wonder what’s

they would have

attention to Kalbreal when he came shoulder to shoulder with him. Liam was two inches taller than Kalbreal but much less bulky,

looked up into the night sky and laughed, “I would drink to that, except, do you have another?”

of him wanted to grab the Angel and see his thoughts, soothe his horrors, but he knew there was no good going to

the deceptors either, so from what Liam gathered, Angel’s arrival seemed to stem from more than just the ascending of his son, “No, but I’m sure there’s more at the manor, why don’t

Clarabella, have you met with

he didn’t extend his eyesight to see what lay in the distance, instead, he just admired the fire which mirrored on the lakes waters and the reflecting

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, my interest is in her protection.” For