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.

know how to feel about his link to her past, or 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 dead if it

Having amnesia made it bearable to live with the outcome of having her soul forcefully ripped out of

the 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

trained on him. It should have freaked her out, that he knew exactly when she watched him,

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

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

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

it hard not to see a broken Angel with blazing wings, and even harder not to look at him as

with all Kalbreal’s flaws now just a 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