House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 38

She recalled the guy in the robe, as she changed into her own, pantyless, luckily for her perky breast, she didn’t really procure a bra. There was some connection she felt when he spoke to her, a loosening in her threshold. It wasn’t like the tension in the room with Kalbreal, the lust, she felt for forbidden fruit. She had rethought his words, over and over again, a silent mantra, “That princess is for you to decide.”

The words lingered in her head, a passing memory. A small spark of something sizzled in her veins too microscopic to name.

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Dressed in a full red robe, Kalbreal waited for her. He deliberately raked up her body ever so slowly, pausing when he reached her lips, “A true Lightwatcher, no doubt.”

Clare brushed the unwanted feelings that hummed in her body, “Thanks,” was all she could say before he opened the door. Turning around but facing his head to the side as if trying not to look at her while he spoke, he gestured, “Tie your hair, you look too distracting for the others.”

Baffled by his gravel voice she asked, “Is that your idea of a compliment?”

He didn’t answer, instead, he turned and walked away leaving the door open behind him. That was a dismissal, she guessed Angel-boy didn’t like to be questioned.

Well if he was going to ignore her, so would she. The door slammed shut, she went down the narrow hallway. Caidrian caught her arm, the grip firm but not sore, “You look good, but tie your hair up it’s a crescent ceremony, not a wedding Clare.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and begrudgingly knotted her locks up in a bun. From the corner of her eye, she caught Alonso staring at her, secretly smiling from the end of the passageway.

Alonso, Nadia and Caidrian wore a red robe, whilst Nathan the only other one dressed in white. All left the castle together making their way slowly further into Khiron. It was easily past seven by now, but the realm still looked bright, the skies darkness overhead, from where a beam of light shadowed the city, like sparkling diamonds of pearlescent light glittering in the air.

She spoke to Alonso who walked next to her, “What is that light up there, it’s beautiful,”

He smiled, not looking at her, “Well, I like to think of this realm as the city of lights, those are protective seals.” He said pointing to the dazzling glimmer, “Souls of Lightwatchers, it’s like fragments of their souls falling around us, they do that all the time, but at night, you just see it better.”

“The souls never lose its lights, so that’s like dust from it?”

He nodded his head, “You catch on quickly for a newbie. I never had a chance to tell you.”

She looked up at Alonso, his long hair falling on his nape, he was a few inches taller than Kalbreal, and almost twice Angel-boys size, Clare was happy he was one of the ‘good guys, “Tell me what Alonso?”

He looked at her as they walked behind the others, his Asian blood seemed to be more prominent in the dark, causing the olive undertone of his skin to give him an almost dreamy look.