#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 ten minutes from home and had been driving on a backroad for about five minutes already.
/"Maybe Lycus was right about that one,/" I said before suddenly everything exploded, and I was tossed forward in my seat. One minute we were driving; the next, we crashed into a wall.
