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?”

three days, you were

wake me, I…” she looked

she went for the

aren't going anywhere especially not like that.”

she saw what she was wearing, hot shorts and a white vest, with

front of her breast, she counted down from

Contemplating whether he was good, or bad. Should she trust him, could she. Chastising herself for thinking so low of him, she dropped her

correct, I should change, is Nathan here by any chance.”

don’t get any smart ideas, we both know how that turns out,” he said pointing to the window and shaking

I promise, you

paused for a second, his head shaking before he left.

skidded to the windows, opening the black cotton curtains and the

eyeing the clothes hanging in it, grabbing black pants and a t-shirt she

pulled the curtain off the railing and joined it to the bed sheet making a rope, which she'd learnt watching years of

around the leg of a wooden dresser. Keeping calm she slowly put her first foot down and then the other, dropping her body weight onto the sheet. It was scary, but she reminded herself she was a Lightwatcher. She braved up and