Page 351 of Master of My Life

DAMIAN PULLED HIS LUXURY SEDAN INTO THE DRIVEWAY OF HIS WASHINGTON , DC HOME AND GLANCED

over at Sabrina. She stared straight ahead, a faint smile on her face but her eyes were unemotional.

He frowned. Part of her allure had always been her eyes, so full of emotion. But since he’d taken her,

they’d been cold hard jade. A beautiful color, but they didn’t draw him in as they had before. He

supposed the demi-Immortals were always like this, but he’d never had the opportunity to see the

contrast between the human and Immortal parts.

The alternative—her being uncontrollable—was less appealing than cold eyes. He could live

with the disappointment. “Sabrina.”

She turned to him and tilted her head.

He nodded toward the two-story brick house. “Home at last.”

She ducked her head and peered through the windshield. “Yes, Master.” Cold eyes or not, her

voice could still send delightful shivers through any warm-blooded male.

Damian opened his door and was pleased to see Sabrina do the same. She followed him up the

steps to the front door where it opened as he approached.

Neil stood there, a respectful look on his face as he nodded a greeting. “My lord.”

“It’s good to be home.” He brushed past Neil and into his warm study in the back of the house. A

fire crackled in the marble fireplace and he sighed. His sanctuary.

He turned to say something to Sabrina, whom he expected to be at his heels, but she wasn’t there.

He walked back out into the hallway saw her standing in the foyer, glaring up at Neil, eyes colder

than they’d been in the car.

Neil leaned away from her, raising his brows over wide eyes. He glanced at Damian.

“Sabrina,” Damian said softly.

Her eyes narrowed, hostility radiating from her entire being.

Damian frowned. Neil was a loyal servant and a trusted associate. Why would she hate him so?

Surely she didn’t remember him kidnapping her.

“Sabrina!”

She let out a low growl before turning away and coming to stand beside Damian. He studied her

face, but it had returned to its normal, impassive expression, all emotion vanished.

He glanced back at Neil, who had closed the door but hadn’t moved. “Perhaps it would be better

to keep your distance for a bit.”

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