Dewey

Above the Eastern Sea, Jonathan held Morgan aloft with one hand. For the moment, he refrained from delivering a killing blow.

Many thoughts flashed across his face, his expression constantly shifting.

"Wheeler is your son?"

"Are you his father or an ancestor?"

Now entirely devoid of the ability to resist, Morgan looked at Jonathan with eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Wheeler is my only son. I am, of course, his father. He is also the last heir of the...