House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

The Asguardian was not to be trusted and given the chance, he would slice her head off without a second thought. At that moment she mentally made an enemy list, and gleefully placed Raphael at the top.

What became another problem in her list of puzzles was, who was killing the descendants and why did it sound like the Asguardians were covering it up, and blaming her. It seemed she was central to everything. In the human world, she wouldn’t mind, it was semantics with popularity, but in this world, well that just seemed to make more enemies. And with Tempters and Angels already gunning for her, her future was just getting dimmer by the second.

She wasn’t aware that she stopped and leaned against the wall of the court’s entrance, being lost in thought. A man from her right called out her name, snapping her out of her buzzing mind. She turned her head surprised to see it was the Shapeshifter Alpha, Jaiden,

“Yes, Orderian,” she said respectably, not wanting to lose his alliance. Though he looked like a man who couldn’t care less about formalities, she wasn’t going to compromise her brothers’ safety any further by a slip of the tongue.

She eyed Jaiden with an appreciative glance, capturing his ruffled spiky bed slept blue hair, and hazel eyes that slanted upwards, hidden behind thick long lush eyebrows. He stared right back at her, as his bridged nose flared. Talk about hotness coaxed in olive skin, Jaiden Pyn even walked like a tiger on a prowl. She wondered if he purred while suppressing the urge to fan herself as the sudden flush of heat crept on her.

Since she woke up from her sleep-induced trance, she had been getting a lot of hot flushes, similar to when she was ovulating. It must have been a side effect of getting her memory back, but she wasn’t going to ask her brother about that, no way.

When he stopped in front of her, he gave her a knowing smile. Clare instantly dropped her gaze as a sudden blush pinked her cheeks, glimpsing his suddenly extremely interesting black combat boots.

He cleared his throat, and she reluctantly lifted her head, to stare into his eyes that now looked black, and primal, his voice thick and gruff when he said, “The Shapeshifter I have for you is in Los-Angeles, I called him, he’ll expect you to meet him midday, in two days, be there. His name’s Thomas Browley, brown hair, about your height, tattoo on his body of a butterfly you won’t miss him, I don’t think he’ll make it sooner, he’d take you to the entrance of the demon realms, your brother has his number.”

He paused as if contemplating what to say next, “Never lower your head, Clare, especially if you plan to confront Kole, he’ll eat you alive. If you can barely look at me, you wouldn’t last ten minutes with Kole, especially if he’s having one of his moods.”

completely puzzled,

at her

lip, trying hard not to say something snarky, “Thanks for the

“Malibu beach, Thomas.”

turned to see Nathan,

paying attention. Nathan was the one to drop his head and shake it,

to slip out unseen, because this Nikolai character piqued her curiosity, “You guys don’t have to guard me, I feel fine.” She shrugged as if it was no big deal, “I know my way around,

take it, “Psst, we ain't gonna be having fun here

smirked at Nathan and took his hand, “hmmm party, music

laughed, except Kalbreal, who had the same distraught look plastered on his face,

Clare’s attention, “There’s a whole lot more than deceptors booze. The Garde

the floor, as they made

will,” his gaze speculative. She guessed the Angel wasn’t sure whether Clare was

remarked, “If we live through the

Nadia tugged on her arm, “Clare and I’ll see you