House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 58 (Clare)

Clare threw herself onto the soft lively grass, and faced the bayou waters, it was as soft as she imagined, and smelt of musk, the strongest kind.

A tree moved toward her, shading the sun from her face, a few minutes before Kalbreal left to fetch them something to drink while she stretched out her aching legs.

She placed her hands under her neck, lying on her back and stared up at the tree kind enough to shade her, watching the dance of its leaves as it provided her with entertainment as well, moving to ballet in her mind.

She bent her neck forward, chin to chest, looking toward the water, as an image played up in her mind,

Phillip,

She wondered if he was ok, did he try calling her, she wouldn’t know because she left her phone at the castle. She thought of her mother’s death, it had been just a day ago but felt like a week by the way the Lightwatchers carried on like none of it mattered. She couldn’t fault them, life went on for them, they were born to die, killers. Death was not the end because their souls lived forever, wow, she couldn’t get her head around this crap.

She replayed the ceremony in her head, what could have gone wrong, and that man, William, his faceless body, those unique eyes penetrating right to her very soul, as his hands wrapped around her, she remembered breathing in his very air. She rubbed her fingers together, remembering the feel of his cheek moving against her palm, as her fingers brushed his flesh.

“Princess,” she whispered the endearment, the thought made her face heat up and a silly smile tickled her lips. It was the biggest brightness in her darkest hours and she would hang on to it, for as long as she could.

blocking her view of the lake, holding two big cups of juice. “You shouldn't think so much,” handing one to her, he said with a smile,

it lamely at him, which he missed, laughing, “Your brother said to meet us here, the meeting’s in

hands, and put his own on the grass, which was now flattened like a coaster, so Kalbreal can

the lake and threw one at Clare, “You

if I get infected, it’s all on you Angel-boy.” The tree turned and dropped a pear on Clare’s head, she

of silence, curiosity spurred her,

maker they can’t have a family, they have to give themselves up completely.”

that? Why would anyone do that.”

killers Clarebella. Luela is strong, a great warrior and fearless. Cedriel was given the gene, not the conscience. They married young hoping he’d ascend and at least be a teacher, but today when it happened, he had a mark that is rare, a

father is a wise man, can’t you help him, you’re an

didn’t look at her, when she faced him, a frown creased between her eyebrows, she had to stare at the right side of his face. The outline of his features all matched perfectly, not one dent or hair out of place, so perfect, too perfect. His orange streaks

his irises, said a lot of things, but one screamed out to her…, Kalbreal was hanging on to a deadly secret. A secret that she wasn’t so sure she wanted to know. His

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