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.

in thoughts of her own new 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 a shortened version of her name, her head ached. They turned, she saw a sign which read, “Sawtelle Boulevard”

Los Angeles before?” His phone rang before she

to scrutinize me, I’m not in

phone replied, “Where’s the girl, I saw you leave

Kalbreal, Clare shouted, “I

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

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

anger coming through on the phone,

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

open bar, and a few outside

forgotten to be more careful

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 she got angry.