House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Chapter 8 (Clare)

Blazing hot lava, molten fire, dancing in his gaze, it was a live rhythm of red, orange, yellow, and black flames threatening to be unleashed. What the hell is this man? His eyes snapped shut and she realized with dread that she said that out loud, shoot, “Sorry.”

When he didn't look at her, knowing it was trite but she had to say something she added, “They are exquisite, like the sun at the height of its brightness.” You are exquisite, she completed to herself, with thick brows that are perfectly shaped.

Geared in a grey leather pants and a light shirt that hanged loosely on his body. Whilst a hilt of a dagger stuck out on the right of his pants wrapped in a chain sheath made out of gold and heavy metal. He looked as if he’d been born to wear this attire. It matched him perfectly.

She couldn’t say he looked ancient because he wasn’t. In fact the world seemed under developed and small for this warrior man.

The tall stranger stood there waiting for her to say something else, was that hope on his face. After what felt like hours getting lost in his lava gaze, she managed to get more control of herself and a thought struck her, “Hey, how do you know where I'm staying, do you know me?”

Clare felt flushed when he tightened his jaw line, his features sharp and pointy. He had the sexiest nose ever, a perfect slope, defining the crease on his lip.

However, the said lips didn't answer her question but warned her instead, “Whatever you saw tonight keep it to yourself, we wouldn’t want any awkward occurrences happening.”

She frowned staring in to his molten eyes, “What are you anyway?”

He flinched so quickly, she almost missed it, but she didn’t, nor did she miss the tension in his shoulders, “lets’ just say I’m special.”

it,

He opened his mouth then closed

I hope not, I’ve watched some series with that shit and it ain't cool, but on second thought, if I have to choose between that and death, I think I’ll go with the first option. Oh gosh I'm

well, she wasn't going to look deep into that, “Okay,

his head, “If hypothetically you did supposedly tell anybody, they’d just think your

his pose, “You should eat more,” he muttered.

her chest, his breathing laboured, “Saving your life was a favour. I’m not

question Angel-boy, and quit staring at my boobs.” When he didn't look away, she snarled, “All Braun and no brains, you

more. She ignored him and opened the gate. She walked four steps

with intensity, regret, there was no smiling or amusement now, “I’m sorry, please, I wasn't trying to be rude. Just don't, aah.” He turned his back to her, then spun back around, his eyes narrowed,

that he actually apologized. He was the first one to ever utter those words to her, “Story of my life Angel-boy. Whatever, it's late. I really just wanna forget this night

marred his skin. Talking just loud enough that she

fine in the morning, You’ll see me sooner than

is over, the others are waiting for me,” he

explain it, but for some unknown reason, she couldn’t be upset with the guy. He did save her life even though he was a bit of an

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