It wasn’t a sound I’d heard in days, though I’d kept it plugged in while we were at my grandfather’s. After a day there I’d remembered his phone and located it in a tray full of his things. One of the maids had been able to get me a charger, and I’d kept it on me. I wasn’t sure why I had, but I remembered Domenico saying he was waiting for word, and I didn’t want to miss it. Anything that could help with our path forward.
After he was released from the infirmary, I gave it back.
A week had passed in silence, but it was going off nonstop.
“What is it?” I asked as he picked up the phone.
“Marco.”
I froze. “What about him?”
He mashed his teeth together, the sharp angle of his jaw even more severe. “Roman tortured him to get information on us.”
My eyes widened. It shouldn’t have surpris
