#Chapter68

Darius growled, and the man just stared through the windshield at us for a second before walking off and watching us leave. I shook my head and turned to Darius, who was watching the man in the rear vision mirror.

“I need to get you home,” he muttered.

“Gosh, he came out of nowhere.”

“They always do,” Darius muttered, and I peered over at him, wondering what he meant. He never elaborated on his words but kept glancing in all the mirrors as he drove. Finishing my chocolate bar, I pouted, and Darius laughed.

“I got you more in the bag in the boot,” Darius chuckled. We were about...