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 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 same sickness that she tried so hard to reverse, was the

determination he set on keeping her alive, she was certain that she could never part from her Angel,

have freaked her out, that he knew

and the eyes, she couldn’t remember the eyes, it was always blocked,

there was more, much more behind those locked memories, and 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

her feelings for Angel-boy had altered. True, he had been a constant in the last few days, since her life turned into turmoil. Seeing him now

she saw him, she found it hard not to see a broken Angel with

minority, he did not have midnight blue eyes that glimmered in the darkness or the touch that possessed her from the very 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 rippled through her at the