Wren

[A Week Later]

“…I know, Hannah, of course, I remember.” Ezra’s low chuckle reaches my ears as I hover behind the kitchen door.

Peeking, I see him seated while he plays with a bottle of water. He’s shirtless, hair damp from our fighting lessons, and body angled slightly away from the door.

Yes, after much debate, he had finally agreed to the fighting lessons but completely dunked the gun lessons.

He snorts into the phone. “I’ve got you. I’ll definitely be there, ...