Chapter 8
A cold shiver raced down his spine as Monica left the yard. He had gone inside with Michael and Zophiel after he talked with her, but stopped at the window that overlooked the side yard when he noticed their friend hadn’t left immediately. Monica was staring at the house, from what he could see, a deep frown on her face. Adam had no clue what she was thinking about, but he didn’t like that look at all.
Jason rattled around behind him, the sandwich fixins spread across the center island in a haphazard mess like a bomb went off. That wasn’t a surprise in the least. For as far back as he remembered, lunch was sandwiches. Turkey was his favorite.
“What you staring at, Adam?” Jason asked. “You’ve been there for five minutes now.”
Adam turned away and let the small gap he used to w
