Page 128 of Master of My Heart

“Do... you... trust... me?” he repeated slowly.

She nodded. He’d not given her a reason to distrust him. On the contrary. He’d rescued her. Twice. He deserved her trust

He smiled. “I’m glad. I want to make sure all your questions are answered, but they’re... complicated. I need to be sure you’re okay first. Can you wait until I have my friend check on you?”

“Another friend?” she asked, wondering how many people were here and wanted to see her. And why.

Chase nodded.

Sabrina studied his eyes. He looked completely sincere. “Okay.”

He moved to sit up, but she grabbed him before he could. He chuckled and put his hand on hers. “You’ve done that every time I’ve tried to leave.”

“I have?”

He smiled warmly. “Yes. And I like it.” He brought the back of her hand to his lips. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get my friend, Theo.” Sabrina relaxed slightly and released his hand. “Be right back. I promise.”

She nodded and watched him stride across the room and disappear through the doorway, closing the door behind him.

Sabrina sat up and rubbed her face, trying to erase the last few vestiges of darkness that threatened to creep back into the forefront of her mind. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths.

I’m safe. Chase found me and rescued me. I’m not in hell anymore.

Looking around, she saw that she was in a large, D-shaped room that had three tall windows set into the rounded wall across the room. Two armchairs sat in front of the center window, and the walls and ceiling were painted white. The bed was covered with a soft gray blanket that matched the curtains.

It looked to be late afternoon since pale remnants of the pink sky could be seen through the window. She got up and walked to one of the windows, glancing down at her body as she did. She wore an enormous black t-shirt and wondered if it belonged to Chase. Looking out the window, she saw a row of elegant townhouses on the other side of a narrow road. Most were made of red brick, with wrought-iron gates guarding the steps up to the front door. The room she was in was several stories up, so she could look beyond the houses across the way and see the tall buildings of downtown Boston.

Someone knocked softly on the door, which opened as she turned. Chase walked in, a gentle smile on his face. He stepped aside, and Sabrina’s throat tightened as another man stepped into the room.

She whimpered as the man, who was taller than Chase and had pale golden hair and bright blue eyes flecked with gold, walked toward her. His presence, his aura, was exactly like Khyan’s and Terric’s.

Sabrina backed away, her heart thundering in her chest. She looked at Chase, her jaw trembling, eyes filling with tears.

The man frowned and paused. Sabrina backed up more, squeezing herself against the wall.

“Sabrina?” Chase stepped forward. When she whimpered, he froze.

“Why did you bring him here?” she squeaked.

Chase looked confused as he glanced at the man, then back at her. “You’ve met Theo before?”

She shook her head. “But he feels like Khyan and Terric!” She squeezed her eyes shut and slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees as her body shook in terror. She wanted to beg him to leave her alone, but there was no point in doing so. They always did as they wanted.

“Khyan?” an unfamiliar voice said. It had to be Theo. He had the same deep, resonating tone she associated with an Immortal. Sabrina shivered at the sound. “That is a name I have not heard in a long time.”

“Sabrina, this... this is a friend of mine. He won’t hurt you.” She heard footsteps and felt Chase next to her. “Please, look at me.”

She opened her eyes and saw his concerned face through her tears. “He’s like them,” she whispered.

“How?” Chase asked gently.

“He... feels like them. His presence... It’s the same.”

Chase hugged her to him. “He won’t hurt you,” he murmured and kissed her head.

“She is very sensitive to us. Interesting.”

Sabrina looked up at Theo, wondering what he was talking about. She thought about what Chase said and studied Theo. Slowly, she started to sense the differences. His eyes were kind and full of concern.

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