Frowning, I tried to process Elena's words. Her voice sounded heavy with a mixture of horror and disapproval at the idea
“The Originals? What do you mean? How can you say my mother is an Original?” I asked, confusion coloring every syllable.
A sigh escaped Elena's lips. “This is crazy. Logan, I think you'd better take me back to the basement.” Her response, or lack thereof, only fueled my curiosity.
The apprehension on her face was undeniable, almost palpable. She tried to turn away, but I stopped her.
“Wait, Elena. We're here because I want to help you. You're my beta's mate, and Maddox is like a brother to me. Whether you like it or not, we both know you need help, and this is the best you can get,” I reasoned, my voice firm.
Elena looked at me, one eyebrow arched skeptically.
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