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.”

furrowed, darkening the green. She faced the door, lifted her hand to knock, but Kalbreal opened it, “Don’t, it’s rude to knock, ALL Draiken are welcome.”

the blood on

mark of birth, your cousin had a son this morning.” He walked into the castle. Clare followed obediently like a

of doors on either side of her already, but Kalbreal went further

path numerous times, which he

him, not having any other option, and stopped dead by what she

go about their business after a few minutes when Kalbreal cleared his throat, and only then did she step closer to him to

“There’s no need to

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

woman’s legs, that

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,

and empty weapon strapping’s 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 most certainly the

which Clare held without hesitation, “The names Zartieal Draiken.” His Scottish accent was completely out of sorts with his physical

hand go, but 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

when she looked at him for approval. She didn’t understand what she searched his face for, but she got a nod as he followed next to her

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