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.

didn’t know what she was doing. Her mother, now not her mother, her brother, now her cousin. Her name,

been to Los Angeles before?” His phone rang

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

phone replied, “Where’s the girl, I

shouted, “I have a

with Nikolai? He’s a thousand years older than you, and not in the

amused by Kalbreal’s transgressions, “Don’t be jealous Kal relax, she’s in great hands, where's the

you put a blockage spell on her,” Kalbreal anger coming through on the phone, “I’m calling Jullie, maybe she can

a dog, and 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

beach feel to 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 she was barefoot, “Shit, I’m

turned around and lifted her, carrying 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