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.”

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

face, bringing her back to

mind gazing AGAIN, you want to

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

didn’t respond to her, so she halted in her quest, and turned around to face him,

clinging 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

discarded her clothes 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 mark on her back from anyone, but her instincts seemed to take over when it needed to.

deliberately refrained himself from the temptation at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting,

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

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,

wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning her eyes.

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 couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she signalled him, that she was going back to

the water.

the lake. Her hair barely

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

never get your

of Clare