Ezra
Nothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.
Rage bubbles in my chest, hot and fiery. I push him off Wren so hard, he tumbles into the glass center table.
I’m on Wren immediately, catching her frame before she sags to the floor. She sputters for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Hey, baby.” I brush her neck, fingerprints already forming. “You’re okay. I’m here.”
She trembles. “Ezra—watch out!” Her eyes widen and I turn in time to get smacked in the face by Tristan’s fist.
“f*****g hell,” I cuss, jaw ticking.
Pushing to my feet, I glare at the bastard. “You know, I started to suspect this. That you weren’t dead, because I didn’t kill you. Now, I f*****g wish I did.”
“You really should’ve.” He grins, clenching and unclench
