House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 7

His attention altered, sending the men in the car staggering with one look. Purposely he left the guy on the floor for last as his calm façade diminished. Only to be replaced by a hunting predator with precision and swift movement, because he now stood right in front of the guy Clare had kicked. Her mind told her that he was standing right by her, how was that possible.

The savior's hand grabbed the bald man in a chokehold and lifted the screaming guy effortlessly into mid-air, throwing him away like a piece of trash in the middle of the road. The guy's body twisting in the air before it landed on the road made Clare grimace. A loud screeching sound left the man, anguish and regret clear as he screamed, “Sorry lady, I didn’t mean it..I..I m sorry.”

The words from his lips playing in her head over and over were strained, and she knew it was because of the blood pooling from his mouth.

The amazing stranger then kicked the headlight of the car the men still sat in. Their shock and horror confirmed by their silence were not enough for the extraordinary man. Proving it, he flipped the car over effortlessly, landing it, upside down.

He bent over and asked the guys struggling to get out of the car in an almost bored voice, “Anyone dead, or about to die in let's say 10 seconds from now?” In shock, they just nodded.

He stood up and clapped his hands together, “Perfect, guess I’m all good to go.”

She was kneeling on the pavement. Her heart feeling like going into cardiac arrest. How could a guy be so strong, move so fast? What was happening to her? This shit was not real, it only happened in movies or books.

Frozen in place, she didn't lift her hands to her face. Clare didn't blink. She wasn't even certain she was breathing. This was too much for her, she couldn't keep up with this. The trio in the church was enough to raise her shackles. This, was just too messed up, but why wasn’t she screaming for help.

Why was she kneeling on the hard rough stone? And why the hell was she staring at him in awe instead of terror? he did just flip a car like he was turning a bucket over.

The tall stranger looked at her again. Not sure of what she expected to find on his face. She wouldn't have guessed it’d be the annoyed frown marring his brows,

okay, then she huffed inwardly.

His voice was gruff, extremely deep, “Try to use a little of your brains next time you have an epiphany.” So much power emanating from just a voice, making her ears ache, “South Africa is no place for loafing in the dark, ALONE.”

The details of what she saw still played in her head. A scene she’d only seen in a movie, but this was way better, it was so real. In a little tone barely audible and foreign to her own ears, she stammered, “thank y..y..you for your help, I’ll just be leaving now.”

She looked at him waiting for him to laugh at her stunned expression. When he didn’t, she saw his jaw tick. And something told her that was bad, very bad. Strangely enough, however, there was no fear in her emotions. Awe, yes, amazement, undoubtedly. But fear, nope, there was none.