House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)
Chapter 20 (Clare)
Alonso, Nathan, Kalbreal, and Clare were standing downstairs in silence, neither of them wanting to talk about what had just happened. It was as though none of them really registered the reality of the situation.
Kalbreal moved slowly toward her, stopping a foot away he stared at her without an uttered word. He didn’t need to say a thing when his expression said it all. At that moment Clare looked at him and knew the look of regret and remorse. Joining Kalbreal and Clare before either one of them looked away was the older man with her mother’s body cradled in his arms. The corpse looked so alive but gone at the same time like her soul still remained trapped in its skin.
Seeing her mother’s body like that hurt Clare, she spun on her heel and walked away. Once a safe distance was reached, Clare kept her vision pinned on the older man who was at least in his late thirties. If she had to sum him up in two words, she'd say unpolished and rugged.
Thick eyebrows, a forty-eight-hour shadow, with short curly unkempt hair, he didn't give a damn about how he looked. She herself always obsessed with what people looked like. Maybe too outsiders Clare was shallow, but people didn't understand.
The only thing staring back at her was what she saw when she looked in the mirror, looks. She didn't have all the memories that came with it. She didn't even know who was her father.
The brown leather pants and t-shirt the older man wore was an exact replica of what the others had worn that morning. Only his was strapped and loaded with a vast amount of weaponry, from knives and swords to two gun holsters packed with silver guns.
He gave her mother’s lifeless body to Nathan, “Take her.” he said to Nathan in a deep baritone voice, “We can still perform the moon ceremony without Calub. If Barbatos has come, that means there’s a much greater Tempter. I’m sure your mother gave you a message.” At Nathan’s grim nod, he continued with his orders, “Alert the Garde, put a flame in the Aquadore mountain, we going to need all the help we can get.”
rushed toward the black BMW. Alonso acknowledged her, as he spoke to the older man, who seemed to be in charge, “Caidrian, What about Clare? She’s a mess.” Even though she had no tears evident she didn’t bother arguing with that statement
next time it’s
ordered, “I’ll alert the Orderian, I’m quicker.”
not having anything else to say to the boys Nathan and Alonso left a
watched her, his emotions closed off, “I’ll get the car, a lift Kalbreal?”
to a black Porsche parked a few
“What are you still doing here?” Smiling at her question he tilted his head, eyes on hers, “Gonna clean the mess upstairs, I don’t
dust from her eyes with the back
your hurt and pain, but what you did back there was reckless.”
say, but not in a sexual way, but a temporary lull, “I have waited eight years