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.

his own. She couldn’t hate him, because if she was honest to

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 that she tried so hard to reverse, was the same thing that had kept her breathing

Angels 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 her Angel, because that’s exactly what he was,

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

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 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

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 when she was younger.

been a constant in the last few days, since her life

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 broken Angel with blazing wings, and even harder not to look at him as one who had shifted a place in

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