Bridgette
"What the hell just happened?" Aaron muttered, staring at the door Rhysand had slammed shut a few seconds ago.
I didn't answer. The humiliation of Rhysand slamming the door in my face stuck to me. My heart twisted—it felt like a knife had been pushed into it again and again until I couldn't breathe.
The overhead light shone above me, shrouding me like some forlorn angel without wings. Margaret rushed toward me, her robe tightly wrapped around her and her expression a mix of worry and confusion.
"Bibi, are you okay? What was that all about?" she asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "What was he talking about?"
Aaron looked torn between keeping the issue from escalating and protecting my privacy. He walked toward his wife and held her hand. "It's nothing. I'm sure it's
