Page 417 of Master of My Life

He kneeled down and nodded. “I can imagine. How do you feel physically?”

Chase took mental stock of his body. The pain was gone. He sat up and stared at the ground. He

wasn’t in pain anymore. Except for his heart. “Better,” he said in a low voice.

“It took three Immortals to heal you.”

“Three?”

“Sabrina is powerful. No wonder Damian wanted her.”

“Theo. Sebastian. Who’s the third?”

“We met Khyan last night.”

Chase snapped his head up. “Khyan? The one who kidnapped Sabrina?”

Richard raised his eyebrows. “And saved you from the fire.” He sat up. “He realized what

Damian was doing was not right and did what he could to help. He allowed Sabrina to escape

Ramon. Damian banished him for it. Painfully, as I understand it.”

Chase nodded and sat up. He looked at the hard-packed earth beneath his feet. “I suppose I should

thank him.”

“He’s gone.” Richard nodded to a trunk between the two cots. “There are clothes in there for you

to change into.”

Chase looked down and saw blood streaks and splatters on his white robes. He wondered if any

of it was Ethan’s blood.

Tears burned his eyes and he wiped them away and sucked in several breaths as he yanked off the

bloody robes and threw them in the corner. He fisted his hands several times before kneeling down in

front of the trunk and pulling out a pair of black BDU pants and a t-shirt.

The trunk was Ethan’s.

He sat back down on the cot and closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.

Breathe, Chase. Just breathe.

He leaned down and laced up his boots. “What’s the plan?” Chase asked, his voice hoarse.

“Let’s get some breakfast and then the Elders will talk.” Richard stood and hugged Chase hard.

“We will do everything we can to get Sabrina back and avenge Ethan.” Richard pushed aside the tent

flap. Alex, Tony, Seth, and Wilhelm sat in cloth camp chairs around a small fire with a grate that held

a gurgling percolator.

They looked up with sad eyes.

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