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He stared out the window, mind swirling with different ideas and plans.

Finally, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Albert, I want to know everything about Chase

Ralston, and the names of everyone he’s ever worked with or had a relationship with.” Chase had a

good reputation, but everyone had skeletons. Damian just had to find his. “And tell Lia to pack her

things. She’s going to Boston.”

Later that afternoon, Damian made his way up the stairs of his Georgian mansion located just outside

DC. He opened one of the bedroom doors and walked inside. A young woman sat in a chair near the

window, her long, silky blonde hair trailing down her naked back.

He fisted his hand, fighting the desire to drag her to the bed and slide a knife into her cunt before

fucking her until the bed was drenched in her blood. No, he had to play nice with this one. For now.

“Do you find something interesting out there, Alana?”

The woman jumped and turned. “It is all interesting,” she said in a voice that hinted at disuse.

“The trees, the grass, the cars.” She gave a small smile that didn’t reach her blue eyes. “It is a nice

change.”

“Oh? What are you used to?”

“Stone walls and iron bars.”

“Is that all you’ve ever known?” Damian sat in the chair across from her. Though she’d been

imprisoned for several years, her skin had a golden glow. Part of her Immortalness, he assumed.

“I have memories of being outside, of being around people.” She looked back out the window.

“But it feels as if I’ve been asleep for years.” She glanced down at her hands. “When did I grow up?”

Damian tilted his head, feigning concern. “You were asleep for your safety. But you are where you

belong now.” He smiled and put his hand on hers. “Do they still hurt?” he asked, motioning to her

nipple rings. She’d been pierced as a slave a week ago and he hadn’t seen her since.

She looked down at her breasts and shook her head. “No, not at all.” Her skin flushed.

Damian reached out and tugged at a ring, eliciting a gasp. He wanted to take her to the basement

and make her blood flow in rivulets, but he couldn’t. He needed her to think him kind and loving, so

she would open her body to him.

He stood and walked to the bed. “Come and please your Master.”

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“THINGS GOING GOOD BETWEEN YOU AND S ABRINA?” J AYSON ASKED CHASE AS THEY SAT AT A TALL