Darius growls, and the man just stares through the windshield at us for a second before walking off and watching us leave. I shake my head, glancing at Darius; he is watching the man in the rear vision mirror.
“I need to get you home,” he mutters.
“Gosh, he came out of nowhere,” I exclaim.
“They always do,” Darius mutters, and I peer over at him, wondering what he means. He never elaborates on his words but keeps glancing in all the mirrors as he drives. Finishing my chocolate bar, I pout, and Darius laughs.
“I got you more in the bag in the trunk,” Darius chuckles. We are about ten minutes from home and have been driving on a back road for about five minutes already.
“Maybe Lycus was right about that one,” I admit before suddenly everything explodes, and I am tossed forward in my se
