Chapter 295 Black Eyes & White Lies

Ella

The dim light of the restroom cast shadows that danced eerily across the ornate walls. I stood there, staring blankly at the face reflected back at me from the gilded mirror. The hushed. whispers of the escorts in the adjacent stalls echoed painfully in my mind, punctuated by the occasional muted giggle from the ballroom outside.

A world of stark contrasts. My heart thudded painfully, each beat. screaming a desperate question. What could I, Ella, do in a world of opulence, where beneath the surface, darkness thrived?

“Ella.” The soft, husky voice in my mind was familiar, comforting. Ema always seemed to speak up when I was in turmoil, a constant friend and source of reason. “These women… they need our help.

I closed my eyes, trying to still the tumultuous emotions raging within. “It’s not our world, Ema. Interfering might bring danger to us and them.”

gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not

you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve seen, he cares

sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night,

that had been planted by the whispered tales

questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself

true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl

feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared,

But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of

senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the

had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it

the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing river, but I felt

his clear eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye,

in there. Escorts. One

face seemed to deepen, as if

only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with treating them like

response. “They can’t just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice

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