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.

by going against his own. She couldn’t hate him, because if she was honest to herself, she would’ve

live a normal life, as Nathan had put it, 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 same sickness

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

could feel her eyes trained on him. It should have freaked her out, that he knew

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 of the light but she was almost certain it glowed, ha, she’ll remember eventually. Nathan explained that her memory could take days to unravel, depending on how fast her brain was able

try and piece together the events which transpired when she was younger. Her instincts told her that she needed to do it soon because something was coming and it

altered. True, he had been a constant in the last few days, since her life turned into turmoil. Seeing him now as not just

it hard not to see a broken Angel with blazing

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