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.”

wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin, as it tingled with the urge to be touched by him. So

back to reality, she screeched,

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

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

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

hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to the

back, she didn’t particularly trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought of why

himself 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

in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite her,

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 she was less than ten feet away

from his body made the water hotter, her lungs getting heavy, she focused on the brightness, and she saw it, his wings. They were expanded about two meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She

tiny bit to see his wings one last time, but the water got too

of oxygen, freeing her lungs, as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing

as she could to the shore of the lake. Her

when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but

probably never get your name back.”

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