Nick's POV
The flight back to the city was short, but long enough for Oliver to act like a kid on a field trip. He spent the entire thirty-minute helicopter ride grinning and snapping pictures like he'd never seen clouds before. I didn't even bother teasing him—his excitement was too genuine to ruin.
We landed, got in the car, and headed straight to the detention center. No pit stops, no breaks. I just wanted this over with.
When we arrived, the desk officer looked up from his computer. "He still has a visitor. Please wait here. We'll call you once she's out."
"She?" I muttered under my breath.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Probably Violet or Sarah."
I nodded. "Makes sense." However, I couldn't stop the low groan that escaped me. I hadn't seen either of them since Reagan's arrest, and I could only imagine the kind of storm they'd been brewing since then.
