House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Nikolai slowed down turning into a driveway with a black gate. The automated gate revealed another paved driveway with a mermaid fountain on the right. Clare didn’t say anything else. He pulled up to a yellow mansion, with high top tinted windows as big as the Whitehouse and face brick walls.

Bending over her, he opened the cubby, “I forgot to give you something,”, he took a journal out and handed it to her.

“I don’t want it.” She said, pushing it back.

“It was Franchesca’s, she never could get herself to write in it growing up.” He paused as if contemplating the right words to use, “I think it’s best if you hang on to it,” Jaw taut, he sighed, in defeat, “I know you feel that I’ve hurt you, and but trust me, Love, I am a big chunk of evil.”

Not wanting his pity, or to admit that he was wrong, and she was riddled with guilt and regret, she took the book and without a backward glance jumped out of the car, still barefooted. She was walking toward the house when a Calub ran toward her. Now changed into a blue short and a black golfer, carrying a pair of shoes in his hands. He looked so tall and grown-up, not the little boy she remembered, who had teased her- grizzly.

Clare could see the innocence faded from his face, nearing her. There was something else that made her heart sombre. She'd seen the same thing in Nathan. It was the pain of loss, the guilt of killing, the weight of it all.

She pasted on a smile, which wasn’t difficult to do, “Hey.”

He threw the shoes on the ground, for her to slip on, “I thought you weren’t coming back, you just vanished, good thing Kole phoned.”

He looked behind her, “You are in deep shit man, Kalbreal and my dad went flip after he called you.”

taller than Calub but much tinier built. Her brother looked buffed, he had muscles showing

thing I’m immortal.”

Clare, before walking toward the house, chatting to Calub, who clearly, had

bright red as you entered. Two meters down the centre was a big staircase leading to the upper part of the mansion. On the left were an open-plan lounge and dining area, with a see-through glass piano, and black leathered couches, complimenting the

which tempered to a

the right was a passageway, which Clare followed, leading her towards a room with a satellite plasma television and beige couches. Further down,

was black tweed couches with green cushions and matching outside table, leading to

thought!”

didn’t know you were here, I was just

disapprovingly “I leave you for less than a week and you are already

and confused, not knowing what to say, he had never spoken to her like this, “I didn’t know it was mine to break,”

her by

sharpness, “I forbid you

to do.” She flinched trying to get away from his grasp, but he was too strong. Snarling at his scared and angry face, she spat, “You didn’t want me before, and

wall and stormed towards the kitchen where the