Page 91 of Master of My Life

awake. “Sabrina! God, you scared me!” He looked at the clock. “It’s four o’clock. What’s wrong?”

“Chase. Something’s wrong.”

Ethan tilted his head. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“Yes, and he threatened—”

“I’m sure it was—”

“No, Ethan!” She grabbed his arm and tugged at him, trying to pull him out of bed. “Something’s

wrong. We need to go see Chase. Now.”

Ethan studied her face for a long moment. Sabrina glared at him.

“Let me call him.” Ethan stretched and picked up his phone from the nightstand.

Sabrina turned and darted back to the hallway.

“Where are you going?”

“To get dressed.” She whirled around. “I’m going over there. You coming?”

“Sabrina—” Ethan lunged and grabbed her arm before she could take another step. “Wait.”

She tried to wrench away, but his grip was iron. Her heart pounded in her chest. She gave him a

pleading look. “Please. Something’s wrong, Ethan. I know it.”

He searched her eyes. “Okay.” He raised his eyebrows. “Don’t leave without me.”

Sabrina nodded, praying he’d hurry, and she rushed back to her room.

She ran to her closet and dressed warmly. As she was pulling on her boots, Ethan walked in,

holding his phone, his face pale.

She dropped a boot. “What’s wrong?”

“I got a fire alarm text from the condo.”

Sabrina’s jaw trembled as she stared at him. “Did you call him?”

“His phone’s going straight to voicemail.” Ethan pointed his finger at her and gave her a stern

look. “Let me get dressed. Give me thirty seconds.”

“Okay.”

Sabrina finished pulling on her boots and coat and waited by the front door, tapping her foot.

Jayson’s bedroom door was opened, which meant he hadn’t come home yet. She hoped he was

somewhere safe.

Chase coughed and sputtered. Smoke filled the room. He couldn’t see anything except the wicked

flames surrounding him. He rolled into a crouch and looked around. The heat from the fire burned at

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