#Chapter 95: 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 o