Page 333 of Master of My Life

“Damian! Let Sabrina go!”

He laughed again. After a long moment, someone spoke. “Patience, Elder-Son.”

The voice sent chills down Chase’s body. He recognized that voice. The voice from the fire in his

condo. “Who is that?” he whispered to Richard.

“I don’t know.”

The darkness dissolved, as did the golden wall. Damian stood there, but he wasn’t Damian. It was

but it wasn’t. Sabrina lay on the table, her dress torn, eyes closed. Her chest barely moved with

breath.

“Damian?” Richard choked.

“Partially right, Elder.” His face twisted into an amused expression. “Damian’s is the body I’ve

used, but I am far more than he.”

“What did you do to Sabrina?” Chase demanded, clenching his fists.

Damian turned and looked him up and down before smiling wickedly. “I would caution you

against using violence against me. She would be displeased.”

Sabrina slowly sat up, the strap of her dress falling down her arm. Her damp hair clung to her

forehead and cheek.

“Sabrina?” Chase said, stepping toward her, but when her eyes snapped open, he froze.

Her eyes were two pieces of pale jade, pupils all but gone. Her face was pale, but her cheeks

were pink. She stood gracefully and stared at him for a long moment, head tilted, eyes narrowed.

She walked to Damian’s side.

“Sabrina,” Chase choked, reaching for her.

Sabrina hissed and swatted at his hand, fingernails like claws. Chase snatched his hand back, but

she’d drawn blood.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Damian said as if they’d met casually shopping at a grocery store. “I must

go.”

“What did you do?” Chase growled, grabbing Damian’s collar.

Sabrina hissed again and a sword of fire appeared in her hand. “Let go of my Master,” she

commanded, her voice raspy. The sword arched in the air, aimed at Chase.

Damian held up his hand. “I don’t think that’s necessary, dear.”

The sword froze a mere four inches from Chase’s neck. She glared at him, obviously ready to kill

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