Rhysand's pov.
At first, I felt stiff as I watched Bridgette and Sandra's fight get more intense in every blink of an eye. Sandra was so impatient to even hear an explanation from neither me nor Bridgette, and Bridgette– she was not willing to give any.
I took to my heels and grabbed Bridgette by the arm. Sandra saw a clear spot to land her attack, but I happened to be faster; her hand clashed against mine, and then, her gaze, burning with fury, landed on me.
“It's making sense now," Sandra's voice cut through the silence and I could not help but tilt my head sideways.
“What is?" A small smile appeared on her face but I was not giving in to that. “What the f**k is making sense?!" I saw her take a step back in what seemed to be more of shock than fear.
“Rhysand?”
It was Bridgette
