Rhysand’s POV
My mind was on Bridgette, wondering if she was truly okay now. I had no idea her dad was abusive.
The facial expression she gave when I saw her being held by her father said it all. What could her father have done to her to make her that terrified?
My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the glass door.
Not Sandra again, I thought to myself.
Who let her into the building to begin with? I made a mental note to leave strict orders after—if I survived her this time.
She didn't let me react before she pushed the door open and walked in. She stood right in front of my desk expecting a reaction from me.
Seconds passed away before she finally decided to break the awkward silence in the office.
“Rhysand, I need to talk to you.” She slowly said with a sad face.
