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.”

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

on her face, bringing her back to reality, she

to see my wings or

removing her t-shirt first,

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

of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to the shore, his voice deep, “Hurry up,” he called

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 mark on her back 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 was warm

she got, 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, “Count to seven and

anticipated seconds were up, she took in a lungful of air and swam down toward the lakes bed. Half down, she could see

in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning

a tiny bit to 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 signalled him, that

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

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

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

never get your

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