The town isn’t that far from the castle. It only takes roughly twenty minutes to drive there. The time seems to fly by as I am busy talking to my internet friend. When Darius pulls into a parking spot in front of a grocery store. It's part of a small shopping complex, he gets out and walks to my side. The place is bustling with shoppers as I glance around.
The moment I step out of the car myself, Darius is already at my side before I have even shut the door. He grabs my hand, and I glance down when he laces his fingers through mine and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Don’t argue. I want you close,” he demands, glancing around almost anxiously, which I think is odd. He leads me to a small post office first, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking a mailbox.
“You don’t get your mail at
