Page 103 of Master of My Life

The door opened slowly and Neil peeked his head in. “What happened?” His gold-flecked eyes

were lit with concern.

Damian jutted out his jaw. “I had him and fucking Khyan showed up and let him escape.”

Neil’s brows knit together. “Khyan? I thought you banished him.”

Damian glowered at him. “You were dead, too, and Terric and I brought you back to life.

Someone restored him.”

Neil pushed open the door. “How did he know what you were doing?”

“How the fuck should I know? He shouldn’t be able to come back here.” Damian pulled his phone

out of his pocket to call Sydney but then dropped it on the table next to him. It wasn’t her fault Khyan

had shown up.

He inhaled deeply again, closing his eyes. “Chase is still alive.” He rubbed his thumb and

forefinger on his forehead. “It was a mistake to lose my temper. I look weak to Sabrina. I threatened

to kill him and he’s still alive.”

“Bring Khyan back here and deal with him.”

“I can’t without drawing attention to myself.”

“What are you going to do, then?”

“I don’t know yet.” He pressed his lips together. He’d have to let it go. For the moment. Once he

had the power, he would deal with Khyan. Severely. “For now, it’s back to the original plan. I’ll

continue to satisfy myself in Sabrina’s dreams until it’s time for the next step. She’s too devoted to

Chase to approach her in real life.” He glanced up at Neil, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Elder-Son weddings are big productions and take time to plan. There’s plenty of time to play.”

Chase and Casey trudged through the ashes of Chase’s destroyed bedroom. Half the front wall was

missing. Light streamed in through the broken, charred roof and the acidic smell of destruction made

Chase scrunch his nose. “This was no accident.”

Casey chuckled. “I shall now and forevermore call you Captain Obvious,” he said with a fake

British accent.

Chase laughed, rolling his eyes, though appreciating the joke. He let out a hard sigh and shook his

head. “I don’t know if there’s anything salvageable.”

Casey poked at the closet door. “This seems solid.”

Chase crawled over his blackened bed and a chair that had fallen through the ceiling from the