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.”

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 with the urge to be touched by him. So lost in her mind, not hearing as Kalbreal spoke, his voice

back to reality, she screeched, “What

AGAIN, you want to

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

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

curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to 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,

looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but

Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite her,

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

three in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning her eyes. She saw his face was normal like he was

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

swam up, and vacuumed in a large amount of oxygen, freeing her lungs, as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh

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

footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for long, water

never get

definite, but parts of Clare refused to believe it, she didn’t