Wren
We hear the car pull into the driveway and before I can help Quincy to her feet, the door clicks upon and Ray marches in.
I don’t see Ezra behind him.
“Ray, is—”
“Ezra’s waiting in the car, Chirp. Help him clean up his wound.”
My stomach dips. “Wound?”
He sighs and settles on the sofa beside Quincy. “I’ll explain later, but for now, we need to breathe. Go.”
“O-okay. Bye guys.” I grab my bag and rush out of the house.
Sure enough, Ezra’s engine is still purring in the driveway.
“Baby.” I slam the door shut. “What hap—”
My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I see his arm. He’s shirtless, the white shirt he wore is now soaked in blood and wrapped around his arm.
Bile rises in my throat. “Jesus, Ezra. What is—what the hell happened?”
He gives me a small grin and pull
