Ezra
Wren and Quincy’s jaw drops.
“What the hell happened to both of you?” Wren gasps.
Quincy is all over Ray, touching his face but Wren…she stands, stares at me, then sits back down.
My lips twitch because I know she wants to come to me. She wants to tilt my face this way and that, and scold me.
“We got into a little fight,” I answer Wren’s question.
She raises a brow. “With each other?”
I give a small shoulder lift and she glares.
Now that I think about it, she doesn’t have to speak to scold me. Her eyes alone say all the things she wants to.
“I promised I’ll bring Ray to you, Quincy.” I smile at her, and she pouts. “Wren and I need to get going.”
At that, Wren steps to her brother and he hugs her.
“I’m fine, Chirp. Promise.” He squeezes her a little tighter, and she wheezes
