Ella
Inside the grandiose ballroom of the restaurant, with its dimly lit chandeliers and expensive-looking wall hangings, Logan began mingling. A sudden sense of isolation swept over me as I clung to his arm, the only anchor amidst a sea of unknown faces.
“Do you think this is how Moana feels at the events with Edrick?” Ema asked, feeling just as cautious as I did.
I imperceptibly shook my head. “No. My dad always cares for her at their events, and it’s not nearly as dangerous. Although, I do remember her telling me how people looked down on her back before she was the Golden Wolf. So maybe this is a little like how she felt back that. But just a little.”
As we approached groups of men in tailored suits, discussing what I presumed were deals and underworld business, Logan w
