House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Adams turned out to be a double-storey building, covered in grey rocks, which made up the walls of the outside, like the Scottish stone houses.

When they entered it, Clare saw a huge flat-screen television, showing a football match in full swing, as lots of people scattered around, talking, dancing to the loud rock song playing. Some just lounged on maroon couches, whilst others stood, eating, drinking and screaming strings of sailors words, it was no doubt a party scene.

The place looked human, and ordinary, young people lurked around, ranging from ages between eighteen to thirties, maybe. Waiters took orders. The people who stood out, on the left corner reminded her of where she was, the Elvan, who still wore their robes.

The majority of the people blended in with her brother, wearing brown, some wore normal jeans and t-shirts. The Shapeshifter’s hogged the pool tables at the back, she loved the blue hair, she wondered what they did with it in the real world.

She sighed, “This place is awesome.”

Alonso touched her back as she walked further into the place, toward the wooden tables and chairs on the left, she turned, “Hey, dude,”

He handed her a bag and smiled. When he did this, his eyes seemed to stand out more, she wanted to laugh, at her wayward thought, but held it in, “Compliments from Nadia.”

She took the pack, “Thanks dude, what is this place?”

“It’s joint, like a hangout place for students mostly, they serve a mean steak, if you’re hungry, come on it’s too crowded here let's go upstairs.”

She followed him up two flights of green neon tiled stairs. Giving the bottom floor one last and quick scan because she hadn’t seen where Nathan disappeared too.

The upstairs of Adams place had soft music playing, and dimmed purple lights coming from behind a large circular shape fish tank. On the right side, a small flat-screen TV hung on the wall, which served no purpose, at the moment.

looked like white couches designed to represent a huge

and Nadia, seated on opposite

bumped her, “It’s

I’m going to change,” noticing the bathroom straight away, because

toilet and sink. She changed into her clothes, a blue shirt which was

bathroom, barely managing to back up a step, before she hit into his chest, “Kalbreal, do you want to use the bathroom? Or

ridiculed “I was waiting for you,”

“Oh, really, why?”

on his irises. They were so beautiful, she almost didn’t see them stopping

narrowed when she dropped hers, instantly, to look away from

or warrior, but when she died she became much more than that, I would see to it that she gets a good place in my home, but I’m afraid her death would be for nothing.” He ran his fingers through his hair, she could tell he was agitated, “you see there are other Angels on the earth, a few actually.” He moved a step closer to her, and

wasn’t strong but clouded by his strong distinctive seductive scent. Something she

for a normal guy, “Okay.” She said, “If you want to talk that’s fine, but what does the

might be after you, which is why I need you to be safe, I know you’re looking for people to trust, but right now I suggest the only person you can trust is your brother, he’ll protect

“What about William?”

index and middle finger, “He doesn’t count,

mean?” Kalbreal looked up at the bathroom ceiling, “He’s helping because of loyalties to your

do you know