Ezra
“I can explain.” I hold my hands up, breath heavy.
Wren walks down the stairs at that moment, her eyes darting between us in confusion.
“Ray?” She calls softly. “What’s going on?”
He scoffs. “I should be asking you, Wren? What the f**k is going on with you and Ezra?”
“Ray…”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say. “It’s not—”
“You f****d my sister.”
“It isn’t like that—”
“You lied to me.” His fists clench and unclench as he stalks closer to me.
I take steps back, heart pounding in my ears, hammering in my chest.
“We were going to tell you,” Wren blurts. “I swear, Ray. We were going to tell you tomorrow!”
“I love your sister,” I confess.
He stiffens, face hardening even more than it was. The look he gives me burns, and I see the moment the rage takes over.
I brace myself j
