Vance didn't waste a second. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, tapping with practiced precision.
The faint glow of the phone lit his face as he worked, his expression sharpening with focus. He didn't need instructions, he already understood exactly what Magnus wanted.
Within moments, he was done. He turned the screen toward Magnus. "Will this do?" he asked.
Magnus stepped closer, his gaze drifting over the words. He read in silence, his eyes moving line by line.
"…I never meant to hurt you… but I need space… don't come looking for me…"
Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his lips lifted. A quiet approval.
He gave a small nod. "Send them."
Vance didn't hesitate. His thumb tapped the screen twice. One message after the other. Sent.
"It's done, sir," he said, slipping the phone back into his pocket. Then his brows drew together slightly. "Sir, if you've decided to separate them," he continued, "what happens next?"
