He was fastened in, and poking at his cell phone, contemplating calling Emma again. But she probably had enough on her plate at the moment, and he would see her soon enough.
Nothing sounded better than going back home for a while, until he figured out what the hell he was going to do about any of this.
Domino brought the helicopter down, and cut the power, sliding out of the seat, Darius's tiny robe barely hanging on.