Through the foliage, Chase could see Damian speaking, moving his arms as he did. He gripped his
rifle hard, using every ounce of discipline he had to not shoot Damian in the head. Besides, it likely
wouldn’t do any good. Damian had too much Immortalness in him for a bullet to do anything besides
irritate him.
Sabrina kneeled near his empty throne. Chase sighed, his heart aching for her. “Sabrina,” he
whispered.
She turned her head in his direction and his heart skipped a beat. Had she heard him?
Damian stopped speaking and looked in his direction and the three men held their breath. He
flashed a wicked smile and turned back to those gathered in front of him.
“Fuck,” Alex murmured. “Chase, I know it is hard, but do not try to connect with her right now.”
“I wasn’t—”
Alex gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know you did not mean to.” He turned back to the field,
eyes narrowed in thought. “Regardless of that bastard’s best plans, she is still connected to you.” He
grinned at Chase. “This is good.”
“Why did Damian stop and look over here?” Seth asked.
Alex grimaced. “He is connected to her as well. That is why we must be careful. If she can sense
you, he can as well.” He put his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Try to think of this as a normal
reconnaissance mission and her as an impersonal target, not your wife.”
“Easier said than done,” Chase muttered. But he understood Alex’s directive. He needed to keep
his emotions out of it.
The men crept closer through the heavy brush until they could see the entire platform.
Damian nodded to Sabrina, who went down into the grass and led a man up to kneel at Damian’s
feet.
“Isn’t that President Hale?” Seth asked.
Chase cursed.
Sabrina kissed the president and spoke to him. She freed Damian’s cock and guided it into the
man’s open mouth.
Chase grimaced as he watched. A sinking feeling filled his chest. Damian had already gathered so
much power. To have the President under his control . . . Could they stop him?
After a few minutes, Sabrina pulled him away and arranged him on his hands and knees. His face