Chapter 7

“Liam, you okay there?”

“Nothing a good night sleep can’t fix.”

“And when was the last time you had that?”

“In 1977.”

Rye’s laughter was a miserable thing to witness. It sounded like a pig trying to speak Japanese, but Liam couldn’t live without it. From the moment his mother had brought home the golden haired demon wrapped in a baby blue blanket, Liam had loved Rye blindly.

He only wished he could tell Rye who he really was.

* * * *

In the car, Rye and Liam both sat still for a while, their eyes on their parents’ white stucco duplex.

Rye turned the engine off. “Do you think he’ll remember us today?”

Liam drew in a long breath, shaking his head. “Dunno.”

On the way up the stairs, Liam clutched the ramp tightly, letting out another involuntary groan.

Rye knit his eyebrows. “Bro, you really need to do something about that.”

“Yeah, I know. I already am. I got a massage this morning.”

“Oh yeah? Really? Yougot a massage? Like from a professional?”