The city lights blurred past the car windows, cool streaks of white and gold and flickering arcane signage. But Elliot didn't see any of it.
He was trying to find out if George had somehow escaped from his grasp, but the ether flow told him that nothing changed. Still, there was a moment in the Conference Hall that he was cut off from him. He had to be sure that his father was still following Hadeon's orders.
The Etherlux's leather interior felt too soft, the silence too loud. He sat stiffly in the back seat, barely noticing the hum of the ether core beneath the chassis. The sleek, dark car was a gift from George, a symbol of status, favor, and access. And Elliot still believed he held that favor. It was his birthright.
