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Chapter 0739

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
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