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.”

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

bringing her back to

gazing AGAIN, you want to

to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And

in her quest, and turned around to face him, but he wasn’t

to his face, 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 deep, “Hurry up,” he called from the lake.

particularly 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 seemed to take over when

legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she

the warmer it felt. She swam closer to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite her, “You okay?” at her nod, he said,

again, her hair wet floating in the water. Some of the 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 lava, she went further down, swimming deeper, holding her breath. Her

and 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

to see his wings one last time, but the water got too hot in the

as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing barely regulated when the water scorched her

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

had just caught her breath, when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for long,

since you’ll probably never get your name back.”

like it was definite, but parts of Clare refused to believe it, she didn’t say anything