Chapter 16

  Ezra

  The car ride back is gruesome, and I can feel the irritation rolling off Wren in waves. My lips twitch.

  "I think if I start walking back, I'll get there before you do," she grumbles, pink lips in a pout.

  I don't have it in me to respond. I'm busy managing the throbbing pain in my leg.

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