Chapter 8

  Wren

  Ezra catches my hands before they can push him.

  "Don't try it, birdie," he warns.

  I yank my hand from him, chest heaving.

  Whirling around, I glare at my brother. "Why? Why are both of you so goddamn insensitive!"

  "That's not true, Chirp!"

  "Hell, we're very sensitive, Wren," Ezra c...

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