House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

After Nadia left, Clare didn’t want to draw the attention of the other Lightwatchers, so she kept a safe distance from any passers and kept closer to the darker parts. She didn’t feel as scared as she expected to. The knowledge that even when the sun was gone, the invisible seals kissed the air with fractals of light, was like a safety net on its own.

The mountain of Aquadore looked as scary as it could’ve been, with a few caves, but not enough to cut her tail and run.

Clare found the entrance quickly when she approached closer to the mountain. Taking her first steps with caution into the mountain, cautious of getting caught in any spider’s webs as it was pitch black, but nothing, all she heard was water dripping.

Looking around, she realized that she hadn’t thought the whole plan through. Where was she going to start searching, was she going to scream and just wait for him to come to her, she had no real course of action. After a while of careful thinking, she saw the time, on her phone, “Half hour gone just thinking, where are you, Nikolai.”

Walking up the stairs, she made her way higher up through the cave. When she was sure she was deep enough, she put her torchlight on, muttering, “Apps you just gotta love them.” The stairs spiralled in well crafted black stone, made of the same stone as the exterior of the mountain.

in the realm was ever as it seemed. She spotted some drawings on the walls, stopped and directed her flashlight towards them. They were letters that looked like they were written not so long ago, “With each kiss my heart leaps, everlasting Adrian.” Wow, she thought,

and deep British accent cutting the air. Frightened and completely unaware that he was going

should be

got up and dusted her pants, her knee hurt, but she told herself not to show him the satisfaction, “Kind of hard to do when voices just pop out of nowhere.” She shouted back, flippantly.

up the stairs moving closer to the guy. A bottle just missed her head as it swung past her, breaking on the wall of the cave, “What the hell dude, are

reached the top, where the guy was, her senses strained by the potent stench of brandy and knew it had to be, “Nikolai Blackwyll?”

know my name, so I take it, there’s a reason

see a thing only hear his voice. Not sure what he sounded like, maybe twenties, or thirties, she wasn’t sure, it was how he spoke that gave Clare the impression that he was older than she thought, much older. She