House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

There he stood, piercing her with his darkened green eyes and brown short hair that fell onto his face slightly. He was fair but not paled skin, he looked young, like a matured twenty-year-old. Clare couldn’t tell, his skin up close had no open pores just flawless. Nikolai stared deeper into her eyes, loosening his grip around her neck and lightly touching her face before turning around.

“You have Draiken blood in you, intriguing, so you remember who you are.”

Clare felt nervous, he was tall and thinner than she envisioned, not at all what she imagined him to be. He had slightly broadened shoulders and black and silver bands on his wrists, similar to Vincent. There was something about him, she couldn’t put her finger on it, but knew.., “I’m a Moonstone, Clare, my mother WAS a Draiken, she’s dead, and my brother will follow soon, I need your help.” She neared him, “Wait, wait, you look, familiar, have we met before?”

He wore dirty black jeans and a grey t-shirt, with a black chain on his neck, “No, maybe it was a crazy fan that has you confused, I have plenty.”

Clare didn’t believe him, she rolled her eyes, he was drunk she presumed. Nadia was right. She stared at her phone. Nikolai sat back down on the cave floor, “Why do you keep looking at your phone Love, do you have somewhere else to be?” he paused, not smiling at her and sipped another drink of his brandy, “I knew Celeste Draiken, actually, a real charmer until she tried to burn me on a stake, the twenties, memorable times.”

Clare nodded, “So, are you going to help me?”

“It depends on Love, what exactly do you need me to help you with, you don’t have a clue about anything do you.”

She confided “Finding my brother Calub, he’s been kidnapped by a Tempter, and I do have a clue, I’m not the one wasting away a two hundred pound bottle of brandy alone in some cave.”

Nikolai choked with laughter “Well if that’s what you think, then no, I’m sorry, can’t be of assistance.”

he looked

“Vincent does not control me, Love, his words are meaningless, and for the record, I don't sense any Moonstones in your genes. You might want

a sharp pain shot through her right leg concentrating on her bruised area, “My knee is fucked, shit, ah, it’s all your fault.” She paused, biting all the words she craved to spit at him, “Could you at least help

Fine, but next time don’t be a party crasher, I happened to be having a great time.”He hurried her, “Come on Love I haven’t got all day, you might not believe this

gently looking at her while he walked them down the spiralled staircase, “For a drunken Warlock,

see a guy in a cave, drinking, and a

sorry, ok, I'm just disappointed that you won’t help me,

the lower ground, a breeze blew slightly. Behind the smell of brandy was the smell of a really alluring scent. It was a perfume she didn’t recognize, something addictive. She didn’t know what it was, but it caused her bones to tingle and her heart to skip beats. His eyes were small, but not too small, when he smiled his mouth moved up more to one side as his eyes sparkled. But there was that familiarity, a sense, that she knew that face, maybe a passerby but she couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe he

were a lot of the Lightwatchers, “Why won’t you help me, I can pay you if

mission sounds a little farfetched, a Tempter won’t just keep a

that she could trust him. She couldn’t understand it, especially because of the obvious fact that she had just met him,

should conceal your emotions, you don't want to attract the wrong attention.”, he spoke and arched his eyebrows being sarcastic.

They were almost by the entrance of the cave when she wiggled, “Please, just put me down, I can walk from

emotions, when I touch your skin, you would expect a Lightwatcher at your

suggestion, I can make it from