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.

that he had purposely defended her, by going against his own. She couldn’t hate him, because if she was honest to herself, she would’ve been

because having amnesia made it easier to accept that she was being hunted to death, by Angels. Having amnesia made it bearable to live with the outcome of having her soul forcefully ripped out of her, leaving her bare. The same thing she had hated and chastised herself about, the

wanted her dead, but knowing what she knew about Kalbreal, knowing the sacrifice endorsed from saving her and the determination he set on keeping her alive, she was certain that she could never part from

turned to face her as if he 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 in no mood to analyze what that

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 couldn’t remember the eyes, it was always blocked, maybe it was a trick

try and piece together the events which transpired when she was younger. Her instincts

the last few days, since her life turned into turmoil. Seeing him now as not just her one time

at the memory of what he’d meant when he said he’d saved her twice. Now when she saw him, she found it hard not to see a

first time. So though there was a small part of her 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 felt it in her soul, as strongly as the shudder that