Chapter 287 A Delicate Dance

Ella

The brisk evening air sent shivers down my spine as I approached the entrance to my apartment building. The echo of my heels on the pavement seemed louder in the silence, a rhythmic pulse of my own agitated heartbeat.

“You were rather tough on him just now,” a deep voice murmured within my mind. My wolf. Her presence was a gentle hum in the background, a second consciousness that had always been a part of me.

Ever since I could remember, she had been there. We were flip sides of the same coin, often bickering, but always there for each other.

“He had it coming.” I shot back, pushing open the main door. The lobby was dimly lit, casting soft amber glows across the polished marble floor.

“Look, I’m still wary, too. But he was trying to make amends, Ella. It was evident in his actions, in the very way he looked at you.”

need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from

slid open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief,

consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him

someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and warmth. It was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most like

to my room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a –

Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I

professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back,

moved to the kitchen. My hand

moment later, I was pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With

notes of plum and cherry mingling with subtle hints of chocolate and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped

to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the

hummed in agreement, her presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex

out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find a

balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist

the dreamlike trance was interrupted by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had

in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the

gaze momentarily darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the

a party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here

the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use it

want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear

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