House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

They drove down the road, a sign read, 90211, Beverly Hills she gagged at the thought, “love puppies? Are we going to have a problem?”

He spoke vial to her, “Your two undying lover boys, Phillip and Kalbreal, it became quite obvious when neither left your side in two days, creepy if you ask me.”

She challenged him, “How could you be certain unless you were there too.”

He laughed at her remark, “Don't fool yourself, Love.” He sighed from the corner of his eye, switching lanes, “I have had my fair share of romance and love triangles to last me ten lifetimes. Thousands of lovers all ending with the same tragedies, betrayal, hatred or death.”

Curiosity crossed her face, “So what? you just give up?”

“I won’t put it in that context, one cannot simply give up on something inevitably out of your control.” He smiled, keeping his eyes on the road, “but in response to your question, I have acquired myself a distraction,” he said pointing to his bottle of brandy under his seat.

She was lost with words, she didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed, she was hoping Nikolai had not brought his bottle on the trip. She turned her head to the tinted window dismissing the Caster. Sightseeing was better than where the conversation was going.

life. In her last few days of hell, she didn’t know what she was doing. Her mother, now not her mother, her brother, now her cousin. Her name, first not her name now technically

take it, you haven’t been to Los Angeles before?” His phone

speaker, “If you called to scrutinize me, I’m not

“Where’s the girl, I saw you

shouted, “I have a name

than you, and not in the state to be alone with

by Kalbreal’s transgressions, “Don’t be jealous Kal relax, she’s

through on the phone, “I’m calling Jullie, maybe she can talk some sense

if you do get a hold of my dear sister, lemme know.” He cut the call and drove a while before parking off in front of a restaurant. Clare didn’t pay attention to the name. She did pay attention to a group of girls gossiping and flattering their eyelids at Nikolai when he jumped out

it, bamboo tables and chairs, an open bar, and a few outside tables and chairs where people scattered around eating hot dogs and

forgotten to be more careful as

her to the back of the restaurant, “For a legion, you're more dangerous to yourself than anyone else.” She pursed her lips as usual when she got angry.