The Con Cycle

“Wren?” Ezra asks suddenly, his voice muffled against his pillow. “Do you think Ros was right? Will we know what to do?”Wren has been thinking about this since Roswell said it five minutes ago, the thought clanging around inside his skull. The unanswered questions and bubbling curiosity churn around in his belly until it’s almost unbearable. Knowing everything about the Skilled and how Carlisle provides for the apartment complex is so close. But not close enough.“I kinda think we’ll have to, Ez.”Ezra hums. “That sounds like a tomorrow-problem to me.” He says, his voice thick with sleep.