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.”

of William 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

her face, bringing her back to reality, she

gazing AGAIN, you want to see my wings or not?”

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

and turned around to face him, but he

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.

and at the last minute she had remembered her back, she didn’t particularly trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought of why she hid the barely-there

her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she

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, “Count to seven and

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 she was less than ten

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

looking much longer. She peeled them open just a tiny bit to see his wings one last time, but the water got too hot in the instant and she

as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up

the lake. Her hair barely covered her

slipped on her jeans, “I

since you’ll probably never get your

definite, but parts of Clare