Page 323 of Master of My Life

“Exactly,” Chase said.

Damian forced himself to look at Sabrina and smile, but the longer the dinner went on, the harder it

got. Not that she was unpleasant to look at. He actually enjoyed talking to her. She was beautiful and

intelligent.

But every time he did, a beast roared in his chest and he wanted to grab her and take her back to

his hotel room and do terrible things to her. He had a vague memory of doing things to her as Vamar,

but Damian didn’t understand why he wanted to hurt her. She was a sweet girl that reminded him of

Lia.

He glanced surreptitiously at his watch, wondering when the dinner would be over. The more

time passed, the harder it got to contain himself.

Lia put her hand on his. “You okay?” she whispered.

He swallowed and shook his head with the barest of movements. “It’s hard to be around her.” He

gave her a pointed look, and she nodded.

“Get sick and I’ll take you back to the hotel,” Lia whispered.

Damian frowned and then nodded as he understood what she meant. He rubbed his face. “I’m not

feeling very well,” he said in a low voice to Lia.

“Do you want me to help you back to the hotel?” she asked.

Damian nodded and stood. “I’m sorry to cut the evening short, but my head is pounding.” He

forced a smile. “Too much wine, maybe.”

Sabrina gave him the most sympathetic look and walked over to hug him. “I’m sorry you’re not

feeling well.”

He hugged her back, trying not to wince, and forced a smile as he backed away. “Thanks.” He

nodded to Lia and pulled out his wallet, but Chase held up his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, Damian. I’ve got it.”

Damian froze, his hand on a wad of cash. “You sure?”

Chase stood and walked around the table and held out his hand. “It’s no problem.”

They shook hands and Damian nodded to Jayson and took Sydney’s hand.

When they finally emerged into the frosty night air, he inhaled deeply and looked at Lia. “Why

does Sabrina make me feel that horrible way?”

“You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

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