House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 56 (Clare)

His eyes already glued on her chest, lips parted with an urge to say more, it took an effort but wisely he closed it, turning his vision straight ahead, “You are normally really talkative Clarebella, just like Julliette.”

She smirked at him her eyes flattering sarcastically, “Now you are comparing me to some mystery girl, named after the famous Juliet? What’s next?”

He didn’t face her, but she could see the curve of his lips as he spoke, “Her name is Julliette, not Juliet, she is family, we’re here.”

She stopped in her tracks, and stood in front of a very large castle, with gold beams near its entrance. The outside door was marked in blood with an unknown language, apart from it being the largest Castle on the road, its exterior was like all the other castles, wrapped in gold and marble. Clare was confused as a knot twisted in her stomach, “Where are we?”

“Draikens residence.”

Clare’s nerves instantly went on red alert, “NO one told me I was going visiting.” She raised her voice accusatory in her tone, “Let alone meeting my family.”

The thought of meeting her mother’s family, Her family, after all this time was beyond nerve-wracking, more so because she had no idea who she was, or what she was doing, let alone what to say, did they know about her amnesia. Her mind riddled with meaningless questions.

“What are we doing here, why? did Nathan tell you to bring me here?”

“RELAX, they your family, and they’ve been expecting you, your mother actually called them a while back.”

faced the door, lifted her hand to knock, but Kalbreal opened it, “Don’t, it’s

on the

sytna, the mark of birth, your cousin had a son this morning.” He walked into the castle. Clare followed obediently like a wounded puppy, not allowed to touch

on the inside. No open planned entrance like the Moonstone’s, but instead a long narrow hallway. She passed half a dozen of doors

her, his steps purposeful, as though he walked this path numerous times, which

by what she was seeing- a large crowd of people,

minutes when Kalbreal cleared his throat, and only then did she step closer to him to whispering, “Who are all these people.”

“There’s no

skilfully, as he manoeuvred his way through the people, some

legs, that she somehow felt connected to. The room was emptied of furniture, no chairs OR curtains, just an open room, with at least fifty people gathered in

which battled within her. He wore a charcoaled and mixture of

his neck. He could’ve easily been mistaken for a man

out his hand which Clare held without hesitation, “The names Zartieal Draiken.” His Scottish accent was completely out of sorts with his physical description, “I’m Luela’s father.”

was comforting, something that she longed for, “I’m Clare, Franchesca’s daughter.” “We know who you are child, you

smiled at her when she looked at him for approval. She didn’t understand what she searched his face for, but she got a nod as he followed next to her and Zartieal, making

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