House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

A glass chandelier hanging directly above her was the first thing she saw when she opened her sleep-filled eyes. And a hand holding her was the first feeling she felt. Foreign spaces, keeping calm, she searched the room. Her gaze searching for a clue to tell her where she was. From the white cotton bedding, feeling thick and warm, to the vanilla scent of the room, she closed her eyes and opened them again. This time wide-eyed, the hand on her made her nervous, she started turning slowly, trying to get the persons hand off her chest.

Eventually managing to get free, slowly she put her feet on the white and green Egyptian carpet.

She stood up, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness, taking some time to get her balance. She started to think, recalling- what was the last thing she remembered.

“Nathan,” she said aloud, waking the person who was laying next,

“Clare.”

The voice sent a shock wave through her veins, her eyes opened with radiance, she turned to the person, almost lost in tune. There stood a thin, tall fair guy, with perfectly styled blonde hair that was not too short or too long and light powdery blue eyes, with thin lips that pouted when he spoke as if he flirted with you, every time.

“PHILLIP?”

There he was, her best friend, her first crush, standing opposite her, but all she could do was stand there in horror. “Clare relax it’s me, Phillip, well aren’t you going to say something, anything.”

“What are you doing here Phillip, what am I doing here?”

for three days, you were drugged.”

didn’t you wake me, I…” she looked

she went for the door and

her around to face him, “You aren't going anywhere especially not like that.” She glared at him,

she saw what she was wearing, hot shorts and a white vest, with no bra.

of her breast, she counted down from ten. “I have seen

his remark, but now all she did was stand there. Contemplating whether he was good, or bad. Should she trust him, could she. Chastising herself for thinking so low of him, she dropped her hands. Of course, she should, he is practically family she convinced herself.

absolutely correct, I should change, is Nathan here

any smart ideas, we both know how that turns out,” he said pointing to the window and shaking

promise, you should go call Nathan,

second, his head shaking before he left.

windows, opening the black cotton curtains and the window, she checked the

t-shirt she quickly changed into her bra, which

sheets off the bed and tied them together. She pulled the curtain off the railing and joined it to the bed sheet making a rope, which she'd learnt

a wooden dresser. Keeping calm she slowly put her first foot