Ezra sat in his office at the top floor of the Helsing compound, and glared at the screen in front of him, his eyes hooded and his mouth pressed into a thin line, as he read the report.
He fixed his gaze on one line with a single number, 48.
The number of human lives he had exchanged for Love.
Ezra scoffed lightly, "He should have aimed for much higher than that." He mumbled to himself with a dark expression, just as the sound of his doorlock alarm resounded.
He checked the camera feed of the hallway and gave a brief, warm smile, before pressing the button underneath his large mahogany desk to open the door and let Faith inside.
