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

me, I…” she looked around the room, and

go,” she went for

not

shit,” She squealed when she saw what she was wearing, hot shorts and a white

hands in front of her breast, she counted down from

did was stand there. Contemplating whether he was good, or bad. Should she trust him, could she. Chastising herself for thinking so low

absolutely correct, I should change, is

door, “and please, don’t get any smart ideas, we

her eyes, “I won’t, I promise, you

second, his head shaking before

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

pants and a t-shirt

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

room for something to tie the sheet onto, so she could escape through the window, she knotted it 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 lowered herself closer to