House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

She didn’t need her brother’s knowledge, to know that this man was incredible, there was a deep yearning when she touched him, “You think I’m incredible.”

She could hear the amusement in his voice, he sounded English, but it wasn’t distinctive, his voice was soothing, a fluent tone, something deep and masculine, deeper than Kalbreal’s. Confidence poured through his words, her mind whirled with the realization, had he just read her thoughts, she should have been nervous, or scared, but instead, she was aroused.

Her mind had come to its senses moments later when he removed his hand. She was levitated in the air. Just as the thought registered, the gravity pulled her down to the ground. She braced for the impact of the fall. The awaited pain never came, because her mysterious stranger, who enchanted her with his touch, had caught her in his arms.

He held her like she was a weightless bride, hand brushing her nape, sending chills down her spine, she lost herself by the intensity of his actions.

His other arm gripped under her knees. This man-made her nervous, and highly aware of all his caresses and touches. She tried to see his face, now that she was cradled against his firm, hard chest, but the hood was pulled down and it was so dark she couldn’t make out anything besides his eyes. Its colour was not shadowed by the darkness of the hood, it was illuminating, the colour of the night sky with the billions of stars lighting its hue, mesmerizing.

“You can read my mind?”

Putting her down, he brushed his fingers on her lips, she closed her eyes, waiting, expecting him to kiss her, the neck slanted, her invitation obvious, lost to his touch, slave to his want. When his hand dropped, instead, she opened her eyes. A stab of disappointment assailed her, was it something she said. Before she could speak and ask, she saw the descendants as they stood in utter shock. Reality clicked, where they were. The others must’ve seen everything, she held back her groan, at what an awful daughter she was, allowing herself to be consumed by this man, who just saw it quite okay to hide his face from her, and manipulate her body to bend to his will.

from her, and she noticed the guider, sitting in a predatory position. The same

underneath the robe, didn’t give her much besides show

sky. She watched with amazement as the bird's wings stretched out in lengths as a dragon, gliding through the midnight

would’ve offered to take her with him, whisk her away like a fairy tale, ‘a true Angelic warrior’ she thought, how enticing. She watched him until she could no longer

it strange but remembered that guiders are feared, they had a connection to Angels, so how was a Caster riding one,

but it was like her world had slowed down, making seconds minutes, because it had never

a few feet away from her, she broke from his glaring eyes when somebody shook her from the back. She

Alexa.

impatient, “Your body rejected Franchesca’s gift, luckily it didn’t kill you.”

“I kinda figured,

side, away from Alexa, before she could finish her sentence. When he was sure they were away from the others he whispered, “Something wasn’t right, I felt it, it’s the first time I’ve seen that, I don’t want you talking to anybody about this just yet, not even our father, nobody saw much, they

a step back keeping her voice low, “Wait, just a minute dude, firstly why didn’t you help me, and secondly that guy