House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Vincent peeped through the red-tinted glass, “How long before he wakes.”

Liam opened his eyes, “I was never sleeping, I tried to contact Jullie, I know she’s there, but I’m unable to reach her.”

Alexa wiped the last smear of ichor off her blade, with an old tattered cloth, “It’s the air, the demon's skin is poisonous to most, even Tempters themselves cannot withstand the effects.”

He knew that was not his reason. It was something more, a presence of some unknown being lurking around.

Liam sat on the bench, next to the candlelight. They had taken shelter, having succeeded in killing the first round of demons. Alexa had brought them to a secret hideout near the Elvan mountain, it was a small wooden cottage, with red-stained glass for windows and hand-carved rosewood chairs, there wasn’t much to go on, besides that it was small, hidden and dirty.

Alexa straightened her back, “how long before round two?”

Liam faced her. She'd cleaned herself up, but her clothes like his and Vincent’s were torn and stunk of ichor. Even with the years of experience, they had killing demons, the smell still guttered at Liam, nauseating him, he could taste the bitterness in his mouth.

A thought crossed his mind, as he watched Alexa, how did Elvan drink ichor. Picturing how Alexa indulged herself with the green substance, he brushed it off.

next to him, “Seen Clare, did it not go

with careful thought, but no smile crossed his face, “Satisfactory, I need you to

up, “I can feel the air thickening,

must clear a passage for Vincent.”

want me to leave?” he was as confused as he was shocked, but not surprised when Liam insisted, “You need to inform Wesley,

into her mouth, but she

done well over the millenniums not to get too emotionally attached to outsiders, but when he looked at Alexa, he thought of Clare, and how easily Kalbreal enticed her, using his allure

his only chance of saving her was finding Raphael. He knew that if the Asguardian knew about Azazy-el’s son, he definitely had knowledge of Clare, and it wouldn’t be long until

are taking, it’s extreme,

her, “Considering what?”

opened her hair, and lifted

her. Clare was not up for discussion with anyone. Signalling Vincent to get ready to

close to her side. He picked up a scent, iron and musk, riddled with brutality, “Raphael

bushes, where the cottage was hidden. She knelt down besides a