His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 272 A New Perspective

Ella

The weight of the billboard bore down, threatening to crash onto me. Just as I braced myself for impact and felt Ema’s strength surge through me, preparing to lunge out of the way or stiffen my body to repel the impact, Logan surged forward, knocking it away with his superhuman strength.

It was an impressive feat, but as the dust settled, I noticed blood beginning to seep from a wound on his arm. I heard screams and panicked voices around me. Innocent shoppers who were just as shocked as I was. But I didn’t care about them. “Logan!” I shouted, rushing to his side.

He brushed me off with a smirk. “I’ve had worse.” But his eyes betrayed the concern he was trying to hide. “His wound,” Ema said, drawing my attention back to his arm. “It’s… bad. It hurts me, too.”

I had heard the stories before, about ghost pain, caused by a mate getting hurt. It was faint, but it was there. And I was worried, too.

The dust still hung in the air, a misty remnant of the fallen billboard. Logan stood, his armi dripping blood, while I tried to absorb the shock of what had just occurred. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed, bringing with them two men. I started to back away, frightened, but Logan put his good arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

“They’re our men,” he murmured. “Not enemies.”

The men approached, glancing at the wreckage, then at Logan’s bleeding arm, their expressions morphing from concern to sheer panic.

“Boss,” the taller one began, the strain evident in his voice. His dark hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. “We arrived too late. We tracked him down, but we couldn’t intercept him before he triggered the trap.”

over his left eyebrow, added, “It was cleverly set up, but that’s no

unreadable, responded with at voice colder than ice. “And the

painting his features. “We…we found him. But when we approached, he…” He trailed off, exchanging a quick

himself.

Logan’s sharp gaze moved from one man to the other, weighing them, judging their worthiness. “I entrusted you both with not just my safety, but hers as well.” His eyes briefly. flicked to me. “This isn’t just a failure. It’s a

“Logan, we’ve been with you for years. We’ve faced countless

you do. Let us make this right.” But Logan wasn’t swayed. “One lapse can cost lives in our world. You know that. I

man’s shimmered with unshed tears, perhaps from shame or the weight of the failed responsibility.

“Leave. Now.”

Logan didn’t spare them. another glance. Instead, he

the occasional sigh from Logan or the quiet hum of the car engine. The sprawling mansion

was always something that caught my attention, but today, my focus was solely on the man beside

nose, and a medical bag in hand. This was Dr. Mitchell, a trusted ally of Logan’s and, as Logan explained on our way inside, a man who had patched up more

living room. “Sit,” he ordered Logan, who complied without protest, clearly used to the

of this would have happened. As I watched, Dr. Mitchell expertly cleaned the wound, his hands moving with precision and confidence. There

doctor dabbed at his arm, but other than that, he remained stoic, his face giving away no sign of the pain he must have been in. Their eyes met

billboard, and you call that lucky?” The doctor glanced

to stitch the wound, I found my

fine, Miss. A few stitches, some rest, and he’ll be back to his old self.” “So, annoying and brash,

me a reassuring glance, trying to offer a comforting smile, though it didn’t quite reach his

Ema inside of me, aching for the pain that our mate was in. It felt almost aggravating, for her to be so attached to Logan, but I couldn’t deny it.

doctor stitched up Logan’s wound. It’s not

Dr. Mitchell packed up his equipment. Before he left, he pulled me aside. “Keep an eye on him, okay? He

to do just that. The door clicked shut behind Dr. Mitchell, leaving only Logan and me in the room. The weight of the day’s events hung