"Be safe okay?" Grant instructed as he grabbed his coat from the coat hanger. His eyes were filled with concern and worry for me, but I honestly think that I can take care of myself. I always could.
I gave Grant a small smile to match my small nod. He returned my smile with a weak one of his own and opened the door, the sunlight beamed brightly into the home. As long as the sun was out I'm good, I'm safe, that's if I really am being hunted down by The Count and his army.
If I was being hunted by The Count and his army then I could already be labelled dead, but dead for real this time. No one can run from him nor stand up against him, so how was I going to? An innocent girl who worked in a bakery. Mama must be worried sick but I somehow think she knows I'm dead by now but hope is another
