House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Clare gasped and snared at the sound, knowing without a doubt she had awoken someone.

The rose chose that moment to poke her, she cursed and slapped a hand over her mouth. Slipping the rose from her breast she dropped it carelessly on the bench nearest to the door.

The holy place was much bigger on the inside than it looked, with stained glass windows of at least a meter and a half on the right. Various shades of neutrals colored the Altar floors. And a deep brown wood finish made up the rest of the church's flooring. High stretched ceilings that crossed with wooden beams left no place for ceiling lights. A soft glow from the candles on the side walls showed the pole-styled lampshades at the end of every second row of wooden benches.

Hearing faint voices coming from outside, she moved toward the Altar. Just people walking past, was her first thought. She dismissed the voices until they became clearer. For reasons she knew came solely from hearing bad stories about South Africa, she felt the urge to hide. Not wasting a second to think, Clare ran to the middle aisle of wooden seats bumping her knee in the process. It didn’t slow her rush to the row of seats. Or the speed her heart was racing.

Ducking under one of the plank benches she sent a silent thanks to herself for being thin. The throb in her knee protested the cramped space. It was a stark reminder not to jinx her luck. The louder the voices grew, the faster her heartbeat. She drew in a long breath. Without releasing the air which now filled her lungs, she froze at the loud screeching sound of the church doors opening.

The people were moving with a speed that said they were in a rush. Their boots clattered the ground like a pack of soldiers competing to the beat that drummed in her chest.

Where they would've been rushing too, Clare couldn't figure out. It’s a church for crying out loud, and after midnight, she harrumphed inwardly.

get caught, her attempt was futile. She wouldn't take the chance. After all she was no fool to late nights, these people

like her, American. With an eagerness to his tone his voice drew louder, “We need the extra weapons Alonso, demons are pouring in by the

have no help from the other realms since the attacks. Four found dead in the last forty-eight hours and descendants are still blaming each other, even the Asguardians are

her imagination or did she walk in on a movie set. But that voice, she had

the voice became, the faster her heart raced. What

“Taking weapons from the dead isn’t the smartest of your plans, Nathan, the Garde

talker said, “Listen, man, you just nervous about tomorrow, you not

inhuman, she almost stumbled in the small space, “Stop telling me what I am, and what to do,” his voice got nearer, harder, “I’m older than you, which means you do as I say.” Pause, “You'll make a good Garde one day but you will still

chest from holding her breath, she released her lungful of air. The cramps in her legs from being in a constant crouch fought to be subsided. Clare couldn't take the pins and needles prodding beneath the skin in her limbs much longer. The sensation of her calf being crushed made her grit her teeth.

listened attentively to the sound of heels thumping fast, down towards the aisle near where she hid. It was an attempt to block out her body's feelings. Clare scrunched up

to see anything she instead paid attention to the woman’s sultry

together every day. Nathan doesn’t plan on using the weapons. Kalbreal asked him to retrieve it but we need to be quick. The Caster won’t stand by the gates