Ezra

“Hey.” I feel arms wrap around me, and I don’t have to look to know its Wren. Her scent invades my nostrils, and they flare, breathing in deeply.

Turning, I pull her to my front and hug her properly. “Are you good?” I murmur.

“Yea,” she mutters back, “just tired.”

Ray offers a small smile. “Chirp, hey. Sorry that I’m taking him from you.”

“I guess we’ll have to talk later, yes?” I ask Ray. He nods once and heads into the house just as Quincy steps out ...