His eyes glaze over as he carries me toward the front door. When we get closer, it opens and Ezra storms out. "What the f**k happened?" he growls.
"I scratched it," I explain, and Mateo passes me over to Ezra. Mateo walks ahead, opening doors before I am placed on top of Ezra's desk.
Ezra glares at Mateo "How?"
"On a nail, climbing in the window of the house," I rush the words out, not wanting him to blame Mateo.
Ezra looks at me, his eyebrows rising. "You broke into your parents' house?"
"No! Yes! They told me I could, so technically, I didn't break in."
He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, pulling my new bloody pants down. The doorbell rings and Mateo rushes off, returning with the Pack Doctor who assesses it. I look at Mateo, knowing he must have been the one who freaked out
