His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 347 Shots Fired

Ella

The silence of my apartment was a loud contrast to the charged atmosphere in the car ride home.

Logan’s proposition still lingered in my mind, accompanied by an unwavering feeling of dread.

Soon, Logan might have to meet my parents. This wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t what I had planned. And inside of me, all the while, Ema roiled with anger because I had pushed Logan away.

She didn’t understand, couldn’t fathom why I had repelled Logan, our fated mate, when the connection, the want, was so palpable, so magnetic between us.

“Why, Ella?” Ema’s voice was barely more than a whisper, like a warm summer breeze rustling through my thoughts. “The desire, the connection, it was all there. Why did you push him away?”

Sighing, I made my way toward the bathroom to take my makeup off.

The bathroom was my favorite room in my apartment in a strange way; the soft sage green tiles, the plants I kept hanging in the window, the scent of lavender, the old claw foot bathtub. On a whim, I decided to turn on the faucet and run a hot bath. The steam began to fill the small room, filling me with a sense of calm at the same time.

“It’s not that simple, Ema,” I muttered out loud, my gaze fixed on the water as it began to swirl around the bottom of the tub.

“But it is,” she insisted, a hint of impatience coloring her words. “He is our mate, our destiny. He is trying, trying so hard to show us he is more than the life he was born into, that he wishes for escape, for redemption. Why can’t you see that?”

“I do see that, Ema. Trust me, I do.” I closed my eyes, a sigh escaping my lips. “Listen. You might be right, partially,” I conceded. “But you’re not seeing the whole picture, Ema. He might be struggling, but he is still intertwined with the darkness, with a world we can’t be a part of.”

Ema’s silence was thoughtful, probing. “But do you really believe that? Do you really believe that we belong only to the ‘right side’ as you call it, that we can’t walk in the shadows, at least for a time?”

I let out an exasperated sigh. The conversation was beginning to steer toward territory that I didn’t feel like delving into right now.

my hair down in the mirror and wipe my makeup off. “I hoped to present him as a mere business acquaintance to my father, nothing more. But now, this ‘engagement party’ feels

relentless. “But are you truly shackled, Ella? You had multiple chances to flee, to escape this tangled web. Yet,

like ash in my mouth. Deep within, buried beneath

feel Ema preparing to speak. But before she could, a loud ring broke through the silence, causing her presence to

out and looked at the screen, quietly cursing

with Moana’s head of unruly red hair and her freckled face, which had aged only slightly over the years. Her green eyes still

Ooh!” she exclaimed, grinning as she saw my outfit. “All

swallowed, realizing that I was still in my party dress.

glow in your voice,

to dismiss her observations. “Mom, it’s just been

she pressed on, her voice dancing with amusement. “I’ve been your mother long enough to know when my little girl has found someone special. So,

my defenses crumbling. “Alright, fine,” I admitted, biting my lip. “I… I’ve met someone. His name’s Logan, and I… I want you to meet

eyes widened. A heavy silence settled on the other end of the line,

hint of wariness. A moment later, he was

it these days, and he had been sporting a bit of facial hair lately. He’d been wearing his glasses more, too: wire- rimmed and perfect for

What’s got you so eager for us to

unsure how to frame the words. “We’re… engaged,”

only a few minutes earlier I had been hemming and hawing over

Both voices collided

a little too quickly, gripping the phone tighter. “But

concern. “Fated mates?” My mother whispered, her voice soft and thoughtful. “That’s rare,

more pronounced, “it’s just… we want to be sure he’s the right one for

to respond when the sudden sound of gunshots echoed from down the street. It was an all too common symphony in my

heart sank as my parents, attuned to every nuance in my environment, picked up