After school, Cody took the school bus that brought him closest to Dominic’s house and walked the rest of the way, book bag slung over one shoulder and grimacing in the afternoon sunlight.
Cody knocked on the door and Dominic greeted him a moment later. The tall man welcomed Cody inside with a faraway look in his eyes. Cody would have thought it weird to consider a guy in his fifties a friend, but the brilliant leader of the Demonic Survivors Support Group had proven a great friend.
“Hey, Cody, come on in. Adam hasn’t stopped talking about how much he wants to see you. He’s in his room, napping. Go wake him up.”
“Cool.” Cody set his book bag down in the living room and walked down the hallway. Dominic slipped into his study, and Cody opened Adam’s bedroom door. He found his boyfriend sl
