As Navian stepped out of his room, his phone buzzed. He looked at it and his father's hologram flickered to life above the screen. His face was hard and impatient.
"You killed Sutton and destroyed his base, didn't you?" Magnus demanded.
Navian shrugged. "I did no such thing."
Magnus's eyes narrowed. "You can't just kill him off."
"He was useless," Navian said, settling onto the couch and taking a slow sip of coffee.
"He was using the funds you gave him to build explosives, attack lower districts, and run experiments on his soldiers. Do you expect me to just watch?" A faint, smug curl touched Navian's mouth. "Or… should I say, did expect."
Magnus scoffed. "I should have known this was your plan after our last call."
"I saw Sylas last night," Navian continued, watching his father over the rim of the cup.
"He called me by my last name." He tilted his head. "You spoke to him, didn't you, Father?"
