Page 442 of Master of My Life

Chase’s steel-gray eyes burrowed into Damian’s, melting his feet to the platform below. He

opened his mouth and a great rush of energy pushed Damian back on his heels.

“I am the Elder of the Seven Realms and you have intruded on my land.”

The power of the Immortals rushed through his veins as Chase glared at Damian. He clenched his

jaw. Was it Damian? He saw Damian’s face, but another face behind it. An ancient, evil face.

“Vamar,” Chase whispered, eliciting a grin from the other man.

“You recognize me.”

“I do.”

Damian sneered. “So now you are an Elder, Elder-Son?” He said the last words with such

derision, Chase arched his brow.

“I am.” He closed his eyes as the Immortalness surged through his body.

Damian smiled. “Isn’t it intoxicating? Feeling the Immortalness running through your veins.” He

stepped closer. “You can do anything. Know anything. Be anything.”

Chase frowned as Damian moved closer, stopping on the step above the grass, close enough to

feel the other man’s breath on his face.

“We could do great things together, you know,” Damian said in a voice barely above a whisper. It

melted against Chase’s skin and caressed his mind. “Anything you desire, you could have with a mere

thought.”

Chase’s gaze flickered to Sabrina.

Damian laughed low. “You can have her back. I only needed her to establish myself.”

Sabrina walked over to Chase, slid her hand around his neck, and kissed him.

But it wasn’t Sabrina kissing him. It was something else, something under Damian’s control.

Chase pushed her away and stepped back. “That’s not my wife.”

“Then who is it?”

Chase frowned as he studied Sabrina. Her eyes were cold jade and she wore an empty, seductive

smile. “Some creature you control. It may be Sabrina’s body, but it’s not her.”

“What’s the difference?”

“If you don’t know the difference, I pity you.”

Damian’s face filled with rage. “Pity? I don’t need your pity.” A sword of flames appeared in his

hand and he leaped at Chase. A split second before the sword made contact, Chase’s own sword

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