Rhysand
Watching Bridgette tear into my mother like that…Fuck… it did something to me.
Hearing her say the words no one else has ever said for me, not even my father, I felt something.
It was a tidal wave of gratitude, and awe, like someone had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart.
It was a feeling I'd only ever experienced with her around. There she was, fierce and unyielding, defending me with everything she had, even without knowing the full story she'd taken charge of, dissected, and judged.
The moment she grabbed my hands dragging me away, while Sandra screeched like a banshee in heat— epic.
It was beyond epic, I wanted nothing more than to tell her, to show her how much her actions were badass and how much her words meant to me, but the feeling was shortly lived, the fee
