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stroked her hip. “It’s for men.”

Sydney rolled her eyes. “I go into ‘men-only’ places all the time.”

He pinched her nipple hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. “I’m sure you do, but the only

women who attend my meetings are used sexually.” He twisted his wrist, and she yelped. “And my

friends aren’t nice.”

Her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”

He released her and stood.

Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him, then narrowed her eyes. “I’m no prude.”

“I know. I like that about you.” She wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. He tilted his head as he

studied her. “Tell me something about yourself. Something from your past.”

She frowned. “My past is none of your business.”

“What if I want to get to know you better?”

“You know me well enough.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and picked up her discarded

clothing before heading to the bathroom. “If you have a job for me, call. Otherwise, we’re done

here.” She slammed the door closed.

Damian chuckled. Obviously, something from her past was still an open wound. He thought he

knew what it was, but it would be fun to find out more.

He winced as pain flashed through his head. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. The

headaches were getting more frequent, a testament to the conflicting souls sharing this mortal body.

He needed to get Sabrina under his control. Soon.

11

S ABRINA WOKE THE NEXT MORNING IN HER OWN BED . WHY DOES IT FEEL STRANGE TO BE IN MY BED ?

Oh, yes. She’d fallen asleep on the couch between Chase and Ethan the previous night. Chase must

have carried her into her room.

Her lower lip stuck out. She’d missed his goodnight kiss.

She stretched and checked her phone for a message from him before rolling out of bed. Nothing.

She padded out into the hallway. Ethan’s door was wide open and his bed was empty, still made from

the day before.

Her heart leaped into her chest, and she hurried to the living room, hoping he’d just fallen asleep

on the couch.