Chapter 15

  Wren

  "You're going to hold that over my head, aren't you?" Ezra drawls. "I said I'm sorry, and I promise you, he's going to pay for talking to you."

  I scoff, staring at the boxes of durex.

  "Ribbed...flavored..." my nose wrinkles, "...that's gross. Extra large." I snort at that, my eyes locki...

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