House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Kalbreal didn’t need to know that she was obsessing over William. She had many unanswered questions, to which Angel-boy seemed to have most of the answers, and so did her brother.

The wicked gleam and sudden broad smile that etched his face had her narrowing her eyes, “What’s the joke?”

“Do you still want to see my wings?”

She tilted her head, a grin playing on her mouth, “Will I die?”

“No, I can show it to you under the water, the lake’s blessed with healing properties, it’ll protect you as long as you stay emerged.”

“Okay.”

“Take out your clothes and get in the water and I’ll show you.”

She coughed out, “Angel-boy has seriously lost his mind.”

“Angel-boy? You couldn’t have chosen a better name, maybe hero or prince.”

She snorted, recalling a similar thing he said to her in his room the day before, “Prince, huh, that’ll be the day. ANGEL-BOY is much better.”

assailed her again. Mind drifting to the faceless man that had touched her and comforted her, as one would their lover. What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin, as it tingled with the urge to be touched by him. So lost in her mind, not hearing as Kalbreal spoke, his voice a background

splashed on her face, bringing her back to reality, she screeched,

mind gazing AGAIN, you want to see

removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not getting naked, I’m wearing

respond to her, so she halted in her quest, and turned around to face him, but he

curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to the shore, his voice

her back, she didn’t particularly trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she

her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but the water of the

to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite her,

water touched the inside of her mouth, it was clear and sweet, she was tempted to swallow, but rethought it. After seven anticipated seconds were up, she took in a lungful of air and swam down toward the lakes bed. Half down, she could see the sparks of fire, milky, blurry

wings. They were expanded about two meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She

owner couldn’t handle looking much longer. She peeled them open just a tiny bit to see his wings one last time, but the water got

she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs,

lake. Her hair barely covered her

her breath, when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I

probably never get your

parts of Clare refused to believe it,