Free The Chosen Knights (Read Prequel--The Angel Knights first) (The Angel Knights Series Book 2) by Mary Ting Page A

extending my arm to give her a bouquet of flowers—a mixture of red roses and orchids. I had texted Uncle Davin earlier to get him to buy them for her. “They’re from all of us. Uncle Davin and my brother couldn’t make it. They apologized and hoped they could take a rain check.”
    It wasn’t that they hadn’t wanted to go. Zach and Uncle Davin needed to scout the island, especially since demon activity had occurred near our house again before I left. Demons liked to venture out at night.
    “Thank you. These are beautiful. And it’s not a problem. I’m glad you’re here.” She took the flowers from me. “Call me Grandma, dear, or you can call me Lana. I’m going to put them in a vase. I also need to check on the roast beef. Jack can show you around.” With that, she headed back in.
    “Hey, Lucia. Come in.” Jack embraced me and quickly let go.
    I stepped onto light wooden floors and the smell of something sweet wafted through my nose. Jack’s house was designed in the same style as ours, except his felt inviting and homey. Family pictures were arranged on the mantel and hung on the walls. Plush sofas, mahogany furniture, and artifacts—vases, knight figurines, stunning swords in a glass case, and other items that I had no idea of their significance—were tastefully arranged about the room. Even the walls were more appealing in a bright yellow, compared to our plain white ones. I especially admired the scented candles lit throughout the house.
    “You have a lovely home, Jack,” I complimented, glancing around.
    “Thanks. It kind of looks like yours.” He’d surely noticed how plain our house was and had said those words to be nice. Jack was always sweet.
    A little boy and a golden retriever appeared from the hallway and cut our conversation short. 
    “Goose, this is my friend, Lucia. Say hi.” Jack shifted his attention to me. “My brother’s name is Gustavo, but we call him Goose for short. I’ll be right back. I’m going to see if my grandmother needs any help.”
    Jack’s brother had light-brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes, just like Jack. He even wore glasses. His white T-shirt read “I fly with angels,” with angel wings expanded around the words. It was different than one you would buy at the store. In fact, it seemed as though he had used a black marker to make it himself because it wasn’t the best printing job. The furry golden dog wagged its tail in welcome, but Goose glared as he examined me from head to toe. I was glad when his expression changed.
    “Hi,” he said as if it was torture to say it. He shyly held on to the leash. “This is my dog. Her name is Lucky.”
    I bent down to pet Lucky. Stroking her head, I said, “She’s beautiful. Why do you have the leash on her?”
    Ignoring my question, he murmured, “Oh good, she likes you.” A slow smile crept over his face. “Just in case she wanted to attack you,” he finally answered.
    Was he joking? “Attack me? Why would she attack me?” I scratched the side of Lucky’s ear. She craned her neck and licked the side of my face.
    Goose let go of the leash, allowing Lucky more access to my face. Yuck. “Lucky doesn’t like monsters. She barks and attacks them.”
    “GOOSE!” Jack screeched, walking back in. Then he chuckled lightly. “Goose has a wild imagination. He’s remembering all the tales my grandfather used to tell us. He pretends they’re real.”
    “They are real. I saw them,” Goose insisted, crossing his arms and glaring angrily at Jack.
    “Not now, Goose.” Jack scowled. “Don’t scare our guest. Lucia is hungry. Let’s go eat.” Jack guided Goose to the dining table while Lucky followed right behind me, sniffing my butt. Jack pulled out a chair for Goose and then shoved in his seat. Then he pulled out another one for me. The table was already set with plates, utensils, napkins, and glasses filled with water.
    “Thanks,” I said, feeling grateful. No one had pulled out a chair for me