Chapter 38

Rafael's Point of View

My tongue had slipped before my brain had caught up. I might have told Camilo about Leon hitting her but I had refrained from telling her about the house she had bought. It hadn't been my secret to tell and Farren had wanted to keep it silent for a while.

Now I saw the fury in my friend's face. Saw his jaw clench. Eyes dart to our mate who only sat there sheepishly looking at all three of us. My mother held her shoulder in comfort. Pressed herself against the young woman. To find out someone you admired was beaten down like that was a shock to the system.

"Cam-" I started but the Don cut me off.

"When were you planning on telling me?" He seethed. Pushed away his empty glass. The air surrounding the table grew stifling. Hot. His anger could be felt all the way to the mansion on the other side of the city.

Farren opened her mouth. Shut it again. Looked away, toward my father. As if he would save her. But my father only looked flabbergasted. Shoveled his head betw