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 fuck is going on with you and Ezra?”

“Ray…”

“It’s not what it looks like,” I say. “It’s not—”

“You fucked my sister.”

“It isn’t like that—”

“You lied to me.” His fists clench and unclench as he ...