House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1) novel Chapter 89

Nikolai slowed down turning into a driveway with a black gate. The automated gate revealed another paved driveway with a mermaid fountain on the right. Clare didn’t say anything else. He pulled up to a yellow mansion, with high top tinted windows as big as the Whitehouse and face brick walls.

Bending over her, he opened the cubby, “I forgot to give you something,”, he took a journal out and handed it to her.

“I don’t want it.” She said, pushing it back.

“It was Franchesca’s, she never could get herself to write in it growing up.” He paused as if contemplating the right words to use, “I think it’s best if you hang on to it,” Jaw taut, he sighed, in defeat, “I know you feel that I’ve hurt you, and but trust me, Love, I am a big chunk of evil.”

Not wanting his pity, or to admit that he was wrong, and she was riddled with guilt and regret, she took the book and without a backward glance jumped out of the car, still barefooted. She was walking toward the house when a Calub ran toward her. Now changed into a blue short and a black golfer, carrying a pair of shoes in his hands. He looked so tall and grown-up, not the little boy she remembered, who had teased her- grizzly.

Clare could see the innocence faded from his face, nearing her. There was something else that made her heart sombre. She'd seen the same thing in Nathan. It was the pain of loss, the guilt of killing, the weight of it all.

She pasted on a smile, which wasn’t difficult to do, “Hey.”

He threw the shoes on the ground, for her to slip on, “I thought you weren’t coming back, you just vanished, good thing Kole phoned.”

He looked behind her, “You are in deep shit man, Kalbreal and my dad went flip after he called you.”

Nikolai- Kole smiled and ruffled Clubs hair, he was inches taller than Calub but much tinier built. Her brother looked buffed, he had muscles showing on his arms, which gave the impression he was older than her.

“Good thing I’m immortal.” Kole declared, comically.

He didn’t look at Clare, before walking toward the house, chatting to Calub, who clearly, had a bond with him.

The mansion's walls were washed in bright red as you entered. Two meters down the centre was a big staircase leading to the upper part of the mansion. On the left were an open-plan lounge and dining area, with a see-through glass piano, and black leathered couches, complimenting the black and glass dining table.

The place was fitted in ceiling lights which tempered to a dull glow in the room.

On the right was a passageway, which Clare followed, leading her towards a room with a satellite plasma television and beige couches. Further down, was an entertainment area with a pool table and bar area, which fed off to four glass sliding doors.

She opened the door. On the terrace was black tweed couches with green cushions and matching outside table, leading to an Olympic size pool.

Clare could have compared her to Snow White. They all turned at the sound of her entering except Kole. He sat, staring blankly at a glass of brandy in his hand,

“Where are we?” she said finally, walking towards them.

Tash replied, “Kole’s house, ours not far from here.”

Clare repeated, “Ours?” sarcasm splattered out,

Tash got up slowly, walking towards Clare, she had a hardness to her as did them all. She was older than Clare, but something familiar about the way she made her lips.

She dressed different from the night before, her hair now curly, wearing black denim pants and a light pink t-shirt, “I’m your sister, in case you forgot, WE live at the HOL, house of legions, you are one of us now.”

Clare rolled her eyes, she was already regretting why she was back, “Good to know, so why are you all here? Why am I here?”

“Were you hoping to be alone with Phillip,” The girl holding Nathan spoke matter of factly, she had a constant flirtatious smile on her lips.