House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

“Orderian? I heard Caidrian say something about them, and Advisors right?”

Kalbreal said, “Orderian are, all those who are part of the Angelic order, besides the Lightwatchers. Advisors are the prime leaders of the Lightwatcher’s.”

Caidrian cleared his throat, “Both my children together after all these years, embracing, Adonai has been good to us.”

Nathan looked at his father, with unhidden disgust, before he stormed off. Kalbreal sped off into the mist, no sooner, like a camera trick. One minute he’s there, then poof, gone. Except, this was very real, so much real, that his scent was left behind, musky and citrus, almost like grapefruit, not the cologne she smelt on William, like black rich aromatic coffee wrapped up in a decadent brand of honey, and drizzled with dried lilies, the recipe of seduction, her seduction, she thought.

The clearing of a throat brought her back from the forbidden thoughts that stirred her mind. Clare stared at Caidrian, trying very hard to keep her eyes from wandering. The way Nathan fled, and his admission of physically forcing a guy to his whim, was all she needed to know that playing juju with one another’s senses was not allowed, but curiosity was a power on its own, when she asked, with as much casualness that she could muster up, “What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m off, Nadia will walk you back.”

Clare scanned the area, looking around the Bayou, to see where Nadia was. She hadn’t seen her when the people had hugged her. She never really had an opportunity to speak with the girl, she barely caught a glimpse of her. Finally, Clare spotted her sitting on a chair under the tree, near the lake. She waved when she saw Clare stare at her. She was just the person that Clare needed to speak to.

Clare kept her eyes strained on Nadia whilst she spoke to Caidrian, “Ya fine, see you later.”

She left Caidrian and made her way to Nadia, without so much as a backward glance. A lady stopped her, by standing in her way.

The female wore a white robe, “Hello, Clarebella, I am Valeri Draiken, your mother's sister.” She had a soft but daunting voice.

Clare stared at the lady, unashamedly sizing her up, and instantly hugged the woman, she didn’t know why she did it, but she did, and she was going to kill Nathan, but her fuzzy brain couldn’t explain the impulse of that either, urgh, she wanted to groan.

She took a few steps back. The woman did look like her mother, it was slight, but there, and she did have brown hair like Clare’s, she didn’t trust her feelings now that she was only conquering one emotion, so she said, “I can see the resemblance, I’m really glad to meet you, maybe we could have a talk sometime?”

Valeri smiled, sadly, “I’m a maker, we don’t see our family often, mostly in death, once we are initiated, relationships are forbidden, but Franchesca’s my sister, she never did anything without a cause, so I presume her death served one as well.” She said it looking past Clare. Clare turned to see Kalbreal standing further down.

She didn’t know what to tell Valeri, or how to? Her sister died protecting Her, so she settled with, “Thank you, Valeri,”

you’ll be loved by many but feared by most, with fear comes death and a high

conversation, the lady really needed to get out more,

don’t have all day, let’s go, you can daze at

“Who's Adam?”

just have to find out,” she pulled

path going toward the trees, as people

to notice much, “I

older than you, we hardly trained together, though we lived together,

side of the pathway, passing the bayou. The place was busy for a late

Clare was even though

solid B cup, which for an eighteen-year-old, with a small waist, was above average in her grade books. Nadia was definitely in the C’s, at

her height. Nadia’s posture made her body more pronounced. She wasn’t the prettiest thing in the world

“What are people still doing out

A few minutes passed, and she was

surprised her, “There was an emergency meeting last night, someone’s killing our kind, so they’ve ordered a global search for the killer, besides who's

chance, do you have something else for me to wear.”

it’s all at Adams

away from the busy roads, “Why is everybody so tall, and I haven’t seen

as for the other descendants who aren’t Angelic, they also train like us, they have a purpose, it might be a mild one and less deadly but they do have a purpose, and for the record, they’re not all good to look at, you haven’t seen all of them, Naturahs are the most hideous of the

children of fallen Angels right, I thought it’s just a myth, but

to choose their path, we don’t.” They

side was street lights that looked like floating metal

top of the road. His arms opened as he screamed, in an over-exerted

loud, “How would you function without me