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.”

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

back to

mind gazing AGAIN, you want to see my wings

turned her back to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not getting

and turned around to face him, but he wasn’t there. She moved carefully toward the

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

trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought of why she hid the barely-there mark on her back from anyone, but her instincts

mind much really, he deliberately refrained himself from the temptation at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but the water of the lake

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

she took in a lungful of air and swam down toward the lakes bed. Half down, she could see the sparks of fire, milky,

she saw it, his wings. They were expanded about two meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning her eyes. She saw his face was normal like he was breathing, his body flamed up in wrappings

see his wings one last time, but the water got too hot in the instant and she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she

swam up, and vacuumed in a large amount of oxygen, freeing her lungs, as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing barely

as fast as she could to the shore of the lake. Her hair barely covered her

slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for long, water

since you’ll probably never get your name

Clare