Bridgette
Why am I here? That's what I would like to know. How did I get into the mess? And how do I even get out of it?
A part of me wanted to blame Ryhsand, his burning gaze, his constant presence in my mind. It was all his fault.
Was it though? He didn't force me into this stall, neither did he make me eavesdrop like a p*****t. That was all me.
Still, a part of me hated him and how he'd made me feel.
All these thoughts ran through my mind, while I smiled cooly at the appalled faces in front of me.
“I apologize if I shocked you.” I cleared my throat, and headed towards the sink, “I'll be on my way now.”
The crowd of three parted for me to walk through, each of their expressions, a warning degree of shock and even fear. I caught sight of the young intern's blood-drained face and f
