House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

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The room was rowdy, as the people caught up with news and conversations, completely disregarding all the drama that had taken place twenty minutes ago.

Clare had just spoken with one of her own, Draiken when she spotted Vincent, “There’s one who can be of grave use to you Clare, he’s in the mountains of Aquadore, him as an ally might just save your life.”

She smiled at Vincent, he leaned in closer to her ear, a hint of a smile brushed his lips as he whispered, “Nikolai Blackwyll, I suggest you go alone.”

“Thanks, Vincent,” he winked at her and walked away.

Clare’s gaze shifted, it landed on Kalbreal across the room. He stood alone, lost in his mind no doubt, and she just couldn’t look away from the gingered hair Angel, who was now part of her past and possible future.

purposely defended her, by going against his own. She couldn’t hate him, because if she was

forcefully ripped out of her, leaving her bare. The same thing she had hated and chastised herself about, the same sickness that she tried so hard to reverse, was the same thing that had kept her breathing for another eight years, given by one selfless fire Angel

determination he set on keeping her alive, she was certain that she could never part from her Angel, because that’s exactly what

could feel her eyes trained on him. It should have freaked her out, that he knew exactly when she watched him, but it didn’t, and she was

than she thought, with all the chattering and laughing going on around the room, so she focused on facts instead. She knew that girl was her, but she was different, young and fearless, with raven black hair, and the eyes, she

maybe the reason for her mother’s death laid there waiting to be reborn. She had to try and piece together the events which transpired when she was younger. Her instincts told her that she needed to do it soon

for Angel-boy had altered. True, he had been a constant in the last few days,

hard not to see a broken Angel with blazing wings, and even harder not to

that felt for Kalbreal, he was not the one she yearned for. Not the one she craved like an addiction, writhing for her next hit, not knowing what she was addicted to. That one, his name was William, and he was coming for her. She