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

bringing her back to reality, she screeched, “What

to see my wings or

turned her back to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not getting naked, I’m wearing underwear, turn around.”

in her quest, and turned around to face him, but he wasn’t there. She moved

clinging to his face, curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange,

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

much really, he deliberately refrained himself from the temptation at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she

centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until

nodded 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 eyes stayed open, not willing to lose a second of this, as excitement coursed through her, when

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

but the water got too hot

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 regulated when

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

behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for long, water was too hot.”

you’ll probably never get your

of Clare refused to believe it,