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The dagger started its downward arc.

A flash of light blinded him and a rush of wind rolled Sabrina off Chase’s chest.

When the dust cleared, Chase looked up to see three Immortals standing over him, one of which

could be none other than Kronos.

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CHASE COULDN ’ T MOVE, THOUGH HE DIDN ’ T KNOW IF FEAR OR SOMETHING ELSE KEPT HIM ON THE

ground.

Kronos stood above him dressed in a white tunic and pants. The gold and diamonds on the edges

of his sleeves and collar caught the light of both the moon and the firelight across the field. His stern

face was ageless, his dark hair flowing around his shoulders. His crystal blue eyes searched the scene

before him, sadness growing deeper. When his heavy gaze landed on Damian, the Immortal’s eyes

turned golden. “What are you doing, my son?” he asked, his voice soft, yet reverberating across the

field. Chase could feel it in his chest.

Damian laughed. “You have strange priorities, Kronos.” Damian circled around to face the

Immortal. “Why do you care if I kill an Elder-Son, but not the slave girls or other Elders?”

“Humans kill each other every day. They have free will to do as they want. I will not interfere

with that. I will, however, interfere when you enslave them.”

“They came to me willingly.”

“Did they?” Kronos raised a dark brow.

Damian shrugged. “Humans naturally want to be subjugated. It’s why they give in so easily.”

“Some, perhaps. But the vast majority, especially in this country, will refuse you. Then what will

you do? More of this?” The Immortal swept his arm around the field. “Force them to worship you?”

“They will see the wisdom of my lead soon enough.”

Kronos frowned. “You have no wisdom. Only the desire for power.”

Damian’s face contorted. “At least I know they are following me.”

“Forced obedience is not nearly as satisfying, Vamar. I would have thought you learned that by

now.”

“Terric and Neil followed me by choice.”

“And look how you repaid my son,” Kronos said, motioning to the platform where Terric’s neck

still dripped blood. He looked around at the hundreds of men that lined the field. “Two out of how

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