It Is... Inevitable

Ezra walked to the valet stand with a satisfied smile, the weight of his bold declaration still buzzing in his mind. The valet quickly retrieved his car, handing him the keys with a polite nod. Ezra tipped him generously before sliding into the driver's seat, the leather cool against his back.

As he drove through the city, the neon lights and bustling streets seemed to pulse with a newfound energy. His mood was buoyant, a stark contrast to the tension of earlier.

The encounter with Delilah had gone better than he had hoped. He reveled in the knowledge that the first shots of their war had been fired and that he had the upper hand.

The cityscape blurred past him, a symphony of lights and shadows, and for the first time in weeks, Ezra felt a deep sense of control and satisfaction. Tonight had been a victory.

As Ezra drove through the city, his phone rang, the caller ID displaying an unknown number. Curious and slightly wary, he answered. 

"Hello?"