RAFE POV
The day had almost passed in a blur for Rafe. He had woken up before the crack of dawn—not as if he even had any sleep—and had gotten ready and went to his club.
There was a hip load of work waiting for him. Normally he would have worked in his office at home but he wanted to be away from Selene and her intoxicating scent. When he had figured that she dyed her hair, he pushed that to the back of his mind. It wasn't any business of his what she does with her hair.
And so he had dung into work and lost himself in it. But all through that day one thing kept tugging in his mind; he had a rat within his outfit.
It bothered him to no end. Marco had claimed he didn't know who the person was. Only that they just received a call that told them Rafe and Selene were getting married.
