"Where is she?"
The moment Rafe returned behind the stage, his heart pounded in his chest as he frantically searched for Arabelle. He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of her when she peered over the curtain, but even that brief sight was enough to tell him how deeply affected she was. No wonder she had repeatedly warned him that he would not be happy marrying her, that their union would be short-lived.
And the attack must have proven her right. Yet now, she was nowhere to be found. Turning to his PR head, who still stood there in stunned silence, Rafe asked sharply, "Where is she?"
"Who?" the man asked, his confusion evident. Rafe's tone sharpened further. "Where is my wife? She was here just a minute ago."
