House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 56 (Clare)

His eyes already glued on her chest, lips parted with an urge to say more, it took an effort but wisely he closed it, turning his vision straight ahead, “You are normally really talkative Clarebella, just like Julliette.”

She smirked at him her eyes flattering sarcastically, “Now you are comparing me to some mystery girl, named after the famous Juliet? What’s next?”

He didn’t face her, but she could see the curve of his lips as he spoke, “Her name is Julliette, not Juliet, she is family, we’re here.”

She stopped in her tracks, and stood in front of a very large castle, with gold beams near its entrance. The outside door was marked in blood with an unknown language, apart from it being the largest Castle on the road, its exterior was like all the other castles, wrapped in gold and marble. Clare was confused as a knot twisted in her stomach, “Where are we?”

“Draikens residence.”

Clare’s nerves instantly went on red alert, “NO one told me I was going visiting.” She raised her voice accusatory in her tone, “Let alone meeting my family.”

The thought of meeting her mother’s family, Her family, after all this time was beyond nerve-wracking, more so because she had no idea who she was, or what she was doing, let alone what to say, did they know about her amnesia. Her mind riddled with meaningless questions.

“What are we doing here, why? did Nathan tell you to bring me here?”

“RELAX, they your family, and they’ve been expecting you, your mother actually called them a while back.”

hand to knock, but Kalbreal opened it, “Don’t, it’s rude to knock,

the blood on the door?”

of birth, your cousin had a son this morning.” He walked into the castle. Clare followed obediently like a wounded puppy, not allowed to

on the inside. No open planned entrance like the Moonstone’s, but instead a long narrow hallway. She passed half a dozen of doors on either side of her already, but Kalbreal went further down. Her boots crunched on the emerald

kept his pace a few feet ahead of her, his steps purposeful, as though he walked this path numerous times, which he probably did. He didn’t stop until

other option, and stopped dead by what she was seeing- a large crowd of people, staring at them both, some completely

room continued to go about their business after a few minutes when Kalbreal cleared his throat, and only then

laughed, “There’s no need to be nervous Clarebella.”

manoeuvred his way through the people, some with using hand signals, or by a bare touch of

others Asian skinned, but there were some, including a little girl, hiding between a woman’s legs, that she somehow felt connected to. The room was emptied of

pausing on the man who approached, her wide smile showing no sign of the turmoil which battled within her. He wore a charcoaled and mixture of grey, leathered pants, that was matte, with loops of leather, laddering right down to his ankle, where three hunter knives rested.

on the top, didn’t camouflage the drops of blood that tattooed his neck. He could’ve easily been mistaken for a man in his mid to late thirties, but by what Clare knew about the Lightwatchers, it was

Draiken.” His Scottish accent was completely out of sorts

she admitted to herself that she didn’t mind, not one bit. It was comforting, something that she longed for, “I’m Clare, Franchesca’s daughter.” “We know who you are

looked at him for approval. She didn’t understand what she searched his face for, but

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