Ezra took a moment to get himself ready. He must feel it, believe in it, in order to convince someone else. He couldn't mess this up. This had to be the final night.
After getting himself into the right mental state, Ezra stormed into Helena's apartment, his usually calm demeanor shaken as he entered with an urgency that startled Helena.
She had been sitting on the couch, casually flipping through some reports, when the door burst open, and Ezra appeared in the doorway. She was on her feet in an instant, ready to start fighting before she saw who was standing there.
"Ezra!" Helena rushed to him, her expression flashing between concern and relief as she quickly reached his side. Her hands cupped his face, eyes scanning him for any sign of injury. "Are you okay? My officers reported seeing Solomon and Vladimir at the farmer's market. I was worried."
Ezra placed his hands over hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm fine, Helena. I'm okay."
