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.

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, as she walked further up the stone stairway. Seeing more messages on the walls, lots of them, the higher she went, “Steil, may your soul burn

voice from higher echoed. Startling her, she gasps by the sultry voice and deep British accent cutting the air. Frightened and completely unaware that he was going to

“You should be more careful.”

him the satisfaction, “Kind of hard to do when voices just pop

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

was, her senses strained by the potent stench of brandy and knew it had

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

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 started walking closer to Nikolai, she saw the shadow of him, back crouched up against the wall, knees risen to his chest. A bottle dangled loosely from his fingers in the centre of