53| Rafe

Anxiously, I dance my eyes everywhere as soon as I enter the dance lounge Luke Salvatore has told me about. I see heads all around, flashy dresses and colorful strobe lights. The loud rock music is hammering the ground and the entire place. I stop and think that I can't find Freya in this massive crowd.

I'm going crazy with anger and acute worry. I hope I'm not late and she is okay. My paranoid brain gave me all kinds of weird thoughts about her on my way to here.

I walk further and keep my eyes engaged in an impatient search for Freya. With continuous walking I reach the bar counter and there I see a familiar face. He sees me too and raises his arm up in air and waves at me.

I rush to him at a supersonic speed and grab his collar, "Where's my wife? What did you do to her?"

"What are you saying?" He gets surprised and tries to push away my hands from his collar, "Why would I do anything to her? She's my project partner."

"Cut your crap and tell me where she is?" My impatience is rea