House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Finding a mall and parking, her mother brought it up, “So,what happened last night on your charade, you seem different, lost in thought.” Clare’s face turned white, and she gulped. She needed to remain cool, and go with partial truth, she knew the drill. Her mother could sniff her lie out before she even said it, “Actually, ahm, uh…”

“Spit it out, Clare.” She hated it when her mother used her name whenever she addressed her, “I met this guy, Okay, he seemed really sweet, walked me home. I think he’s American or something didn’t quite catch his name.” Not wanting to get into too many details Clare quickly added not giving her mother a chance to speak, “Don’t stress I probably wouldn’t see him again.” She shrugged, “He’s not my type anyway.”

Hastening her steps, she let her mother know the conversation was mute. She paused in front of the mall's sliding door. Looking up she caught the name, muttering it, “GATEWAY.” From the outside, it was a three or four-story building, not much to look at. Painted in mustard color with a bit of blue which she presumed was supposed to resemble a wave.

A loud yawn escaped her knowing the hours ahead was going to be no picnic in the park, seeing as Clare hated shopping of any kind. But when she spotted her mother sidling up to her, the dead look in Michelle's eyes and lack of interest, Clare felt a new surge of energy kick in. The woman could be difficult, but she was still her mother, and right now that said mother was hanging on by a thread. Plastering a smile so wide her face might crack Clare rubbed her hands together, “Come on mother dearest let's go shopping.”

Unexpectedly she pinched Clare’s butt, as she brushed past her, muttering “Smartass.” Talking louder than usual Clare chastised her, “Woman, we in public, behave.”

They were parading the second floor when they came across a jewelry shop, when the gem caught Clare's eye, “Mom,” she gestured with her head that they should go inside, “I wanna see that chain.” By the time her mother followed her inside, Clare had already shown the man in the shop the platinum chain, with a heart-shaped locket embedded with blue sapphires. She might not like shopping, but it didn't mean she didn't know-how.

at it, “It’s stunning, put it on.”

“What's the verdict?”

from old money her mother never worried about cost and being a general surgeon was an added benefit. But Michelle never spoilt Clare. So she was stunned when her mother agreed to

hand brushed her fingers away. Goosebumps rose on her neck, she sucked in air and froze. Attached to a masculine scent the heat of breath startling, as the man whispered in her ear, “Let me help you with

a trim waist and broad shoulders, this man looked sleek for someone in his thirties. When Clare opened her mouth, to say just that,

Franchesca:

remember, if it was up to me, I would return her memory now,

“Leave her

spoke, “Well. I don’t know about that, soon she’ll become a full descendant, who knows what she

there’s not much you can do here Tempter.”