#Chapter 373 – Betrayer

Roger “My phone,” Dominic murmurs as I look over his wounds. “Fuck your phone,” I murmur, shaking my head and leaning closer to a deep slice on his stomach that makes me hiss with anxiety. “Roger,” Dominic snaps, and I look up at him with a frown. “The priest – he said the master had Rafe. Check my fucking phone – Ella will…” his head falls back, exhausted. But I interpret his meaning. So, I reach for his back pocket. Dominic moans loudly as I turn him a little so that I can get behind him, but eventually I get the phone and flick through it, my face going pale at what I see. “Shit,” I murmur, flipping through the messages first from our father’s phone and then an unfamiliar number. “What?” he asks. “They don’t have Rafe,” I sigh, tucking the phone into my own back pocket. “The priest was wrong about that. The baby’s still with Ella and Cora. But...” I sigh, and Dominic opens his eyes to look at me, bidding me silently to tell him everything I know.