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 ...