Ezra stared out the windows of his helicopter, the sound of the blades filling the air.
Below him was a large walled estate with several buildings, each one for each coven that comprised this particular family. Covering the grounds was a sea of green.
Carefully trimmed lawns and nicely placed trees, coupled with the granite roads and courtyards, with the fountains spraying their load all over the place.
At the centre of the estate was the grand mansion, an ostentatious display of the wealth of this particular family.
The Clementine family.
The pilot expertly maneuvered the helicopter as they descended. There was a slight bump as the landing skids finally touched down on the estate's private helipad.
The blades slowed, their rhythm fading as the door opened and Ezra stepped out, alone. He hadn't brought anyone. No guards. He was here to make a statement.
His baby and wife were back at home, but eliminating every threat to their safety was very important.
