Page 11 of Master of My Life

happy, content, successful. He accepted The Brotherhood with an open heart.

But he’d had a choice to become part of it. Sabrina didn’t. She had to be part of it. To keep other

people safe. To keep the world safe.

Did that make it easier to accept? No.

Her phone beeped from her nightstand with a text from Kathy Hawks, Richard’s wife.

Doing okay?

Sabrina typed and erased several responses, finally settling on . . .

Nervous.

Understandable. But you look unbelievable in that dress we

picked out. Every man will fall at your feet and worship you

tonight.

Sabrina dropped the phone on the bed beside her. She didn’t want every man falling at her feet.

She didn’t want her sexual desires. She only wanted Chase.

What if tonight was so spectacular it changed her mind? What if she preferred this worshiped

position?

She didn’t want to like it more. She wanted to want to be with Chase.

She closed her eyes. Something deep inside of her tingled. She felt the tug, the pull, to be a part of

The Brotherhood. To be around those who knew who and what she was. To become who she was

supposed to be. Who she was meant to be.

She shook her head. That’s not who I want to be.

She stood and walked out into the hallway.

Ethan appeared in his bedroom doorway down the hall and looked her up and down. “Aren’t you

ready yet? Chase is on his way.”

Liz had moved in with her fiancé, Jon, the previous weekend and Ethan had taken over her old

room. He’d tried to get Sabrina to take the bigger and nicer room, but she refused. She liked where

she was.

“It’ll only take me a few minutes,” she mumbled and closed the bathroom door behind her,

ignoring the questioning look on his face.

She fixed her makeup and hair and returned to her room to dress. As she fastened the halter strap

around her neck, she glanced in the mirror and pursed her lips. There was a lot of cleavage showing.

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