His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 329 Not Alone

Ella

The evening shadows stretched long and dark across my apartment’s hardwood floor, a stark contrast to the flickering yellow street light outside that threw mottled patterns on the dark brick walls of my apartment.

The fragrant scent of the lavender candle l always had lit hung in the air despite the fact that I hadn’t lit it yet today, but either way, its calming effects seemed lost on me now. The buzzing of the intercom had felt like an electrical jolt to my system. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. Gripping the knife tightly, its cool, reassuring weight in my palm, I cautiously approached the door.

“Who’s there?” My voice wavered, betraying the tight knot of fear in my stomach. The silence that followed was deafening until he finally spoke. “Ella, it’s me. Logan.” The muffled voice came through, carrying a hint of surprise and confusion.

I swallowed, somewhat relieved, and hit the button to let him into the building. “Don’t leave the door open,” I murmured.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. Instinctively, even though I knew it would just be Logan, I felt my body tense once more.

Gazing through the peephole, my heart rate steadied a touch as I recognized Logan’s tousled dark hair and worried blue eyes. He held a bottle of wine in his hands-probably the same brand that we had shared together before. It was clear that he planned on coming here to celebrate, if not at least for our win earlier, but for our kiss.

But tonight, everything was different. My grip on the knife didn’t loosen, even though I opened the door slowly.

Logan stepped in, a warm smile taking over his features. He held the wine bottle up so I could see it in the light. “Thought I’d splurge on a bottle of wine. And…”

faded as his gaze landed on the knife. I wasn’t quick enough to pull my sleeves over the red marks

“What the hell happened

every line of his face. He took a moment to survey my apartment, noticing the bags scattered in haste, the remnants

my face and the knife. I hesitated, torn. The memories of the night’s events threatened to drown me, each detail playing on a torturous loop. My wolf side, the fierce protector, was battling my human

inside my mind.

trust Logan, more than I wanted to admit. He had done nothing but keep me safe so far. At least, that was

I’m leaving the

on my tongue, tasting of defeat. His expression turned incredulous. “What? After all

and fear sitting heavily in my chest finally bubbled to the surface, and the words spilled

some godforsaken underground area and… and showed me pictures of Daisy.

reveal the full extent of the red marks on my wrists. Logan’s

on the floor, red liquid pooling like blood between the shards of glass. For a split second, the crash sounded like the shattering of my own heart. Logan’s eyes held a storm of emotions: fury,

my wrist. I flinched and winced, feeling the burning. sensation on my skin from his touch-and the electric shock of our close proximity

don’t know, but they were clear in their threat.” My voice trembled, the painful welts on my wrists and the aching. sensation in my skull serving as a brutal reminder of

a reputation.

me…” The thought was unbearable. Logan’s features softened, his anger replaced by understanding. “You