“I bet you don’t care,” Scott muttered.

Clarke narrowed his eyes at Scott. Scott was rough around the edges, but he seemed downright antagonistic at the moment, and for that matter, Oliver didn’t seem particularly happy with Clarke, either. Clarke frowned in confusion.

“She was here,” Oliver explained, a distinct edge in his voice. “She did the whole bride-prep thing. Got her hair done, makeup done. She put on the dress, arrived at the church in a limo with the bridesmaids.”

“And then?”

“She made it as far as the steps,” Scott cut in. “And then she bolted.”

The world tilted again, and Clarke stumbled back to a chair. “What do you mean she bolted?”

Audrey had left him? Didn’t want to marry him? Forget Clarke’s world tilting. That didn’t even matter when it felt like his heart had been ripped out.

He shook his head. “I don’t understand. She wouldn’t have just bailed without telling me. We had a deal. Either of us could back out at any time, no hard feelings.”

Hurt feelings, he realized. Very hurt. But not hard feelings. They’d have gotten through it, and eventually, he’d have been able to bury his feelings and pretend everything was the same as it had always been.

“You had a deal?” Scott repeated angrily, stepping forward. “Is that anything like the deal with your father?”

“Scott,” Oliver murmured in warning.

“What?” Clarke looked between the two men, bewildered. “What deal with my father?”

“The one where you get a billion-dollar company if you marry Audrey,” Oliver said, his eyes as hard as Scott’s voice had been.

“What the hell—” He groaned. “Oh, Jesus. Audrey found out about that?”

His brain tried to sort out how, but then he realized it didn’t matter. It only mattered that he find her, that he explain.

“Where is she?”

“We told you, she bolted.”

“Where?”

Scott shrugged, and Clarke lurched across the room, catching his groomsman by the front of the shirt. “Where?”

“I don’t know!” Scott shouted back, shoving at Clarke’s shoulders. “But don’t think for a second—”

Clarke didn’t wait to hear his friend’s lecture. He had no time for anyone or anything but finding his bride. He tore out of the suffocating room, ignoring the startled looks of the guests being escorted in by the ushers, and raced to the back of the church, scanning the crowds for Audrey, before charging outside.

There. Naomi and Claire looked unsurprised and decidedly displeased to see him. Naomi’s blue eyes were spewing venom. Claire’s gaze was ice-cold.

“Where is she?”

Neither woman said anything. Clarke took a step forward, but someone caught him by the arm. “Don’t touch my wife,” Scott snarled.