House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

She felt like she was losing her mind, “Calub, they are lying.”

Her voice rose, she made an effort to convince him, but his eyes told her there was no hope. She faced Sofia, pointing her finger at her, tears brimming in Clare’s eyes, “I’m going to find out the truth, all of it.”

This was too much. Just when she thought her life couldn’t get any worse. Just when she thought she had seen the light. When she felt a breath easier than it had been, she felt worse. It was burning her out, she felt clustered like she couldn’t breathe. She needed air, space, distance, she needed release.

Clare pushed Sofia away.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME.” She spat, “YOU ARE A LIAR, YOU ARE ALL LIARS.”

Sofia fell on the table, and remained there, shocked as Clare quickened to the door.

Clare ran out of the room, crying. She went straight for the front door, opened it, and ran for the gate. It was miles away, but she didn’t stop. She quickened her pace when somebody was standing there out of nowhere. A guy with black jeans and a white loose shirt which was buttoned almost to the top, and rolled up sleeves with black bands on his wrist, dark glasses, that gave off a darkened inside to his style. She slowed down, wiping her tears, sniffing in her snot.

“I thought I’ll stick around, I gathered, you might need my services after all Love.”

glad to see him, he gave her a devilish smile, as she

she searched for, and right now she needed someone who would make her forget that her

right, how do I

smile, feel it in his words, that he was there for her, no matter the consequence. He took out his

shades hiding his eyes but not the intensity. She took his hand, without a second thought, “Are we going to teleport or something.” She sniffed,

with difficulty.”

should warn you,

I didn’t

touched it, and the gate swung open. They carried on walking. Clare was surprised and nervous at the same time, she had never walked alone with a guy besides Phillip. She thought a bit about him, but anger just filled her heart,

full of green leaves, the place smelt like a graveyard. They carried on down

go which felt sweaty, so did her body. He had a really hot body temperature, and the heat in Los Angeles wasn’t helping either. Years in a cold city didn’t help to adjust to

his car as though he could never be