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.

I said as I began to let my hair down in the mirror and wipe my makeup off. “I hoped to present

are you truly shackled, Ella? You had multiple chances to flee,

the reflection in the bathroom mirror, the truth in Ema’s words wrapping around me like vines, “I stayed because of my integrity, Ema,” I murmured, but the words tasted like ash in my mouth. Deep within, buried beneath layers of denial and fear, was the acknowledgment of a different truth, a truth I wasn’t

Ema preparing to speak. But before she could, a loud ring broke through the

start, I slipped my phone out and looked at the screen, quietly cursing

suspicious if I ignored the call, so, stepping out of the bathroom, I slid the button to answer. I was met moments later with Moana’s head of unruly red hair and her freckled face, which had aged only slightly over the years.

as she saw my outfit. “All dressed

party dress. “I, erm… Went out,” I said, which

voice,

feel my cheeks indeed warming up, as I stammered, trying to dismiss her observations. “Mom, it’s just been

voice dancing with amusement. “I’ve been your mother long

sigh escaped my lips, my defenses crumbling. “Alright, fine,” I admitted, biting my lip. “I… I’ve met someone. His name’s Logan, and I…

end of the line, filled with a

A moment later, he was snatching

sharp features, cool gray eyes. His hair had a salt-and-pepper look to it these days, and he

never been one to rush into things. What’s got you

to frame the words. “We’re… engaged,” I mumbled quickly, half hoping they wouldn’t

a few minutes earlier I had been hemming and hawing over the idea. It

Both voices collided

know,” responded a little too quickly, gripping the

mates?” My mother whispered, her

more pronounced, “it’s just… we want

down the street. It was an all too common symphony in

attuned to every nuance in my environment,