Chapter 85. I’d Go To Jail for You

Wren POV

His jaw ticks, hands bruised and balled up by his sides.

“Baby,” I whisper, pushing to my feet.

Before I fully stand though, he’s on me in a minute. “Sit. Don’t move, you’re hurt.”

A small chuckle slips past my lips. “My arm is hurt, not my legs.”

“If I had my way, you wouldn’t be hurt at all. So sit.”

I don’t fight him. He’s worked up already, angry lines form between his brows, and his jaw doesn’t stop ticking.

“It’s only a graze—”

“He shot at you.”

“If he wanted to kill me he would. I think he just wanted to scare—”

“He. Shot. At. You, Wren.” Ezra punctuates, eyes darkening.

He zones out for a bit, and I can only imagine that he’s back there in front of Reggie, hitting him until he’s unconscious.

Sure, I’ve seen Ezra violent before. I’ve watched initiation nights, I’ve seen him beat up snitches, and punish traitors.

But I’ve never seen this side of him.

He was unreachable