Wren

Ezra catches my hands before they can push him.

“Don’t try it, birdie,” he warns.

I yank my hand from him, chest heaving.

Whirling around, I glare at my brother. “Why? Why are both of you so goddamn insensitive!”

“That’s not true, Chirp!”

“Hell, we‘re very sensitive, Wren,” Ezra cuts in. “We’re so sensitive we want to resurrect your stupid ex, and kill him again for touching you.”

Raymond gives a firm nod, agreeing. “He hit you, and he’s lucky he ...