"I mean, it's not my story, James told me."
Adam thought for a moment, thinking the name sounded familiar before realizing the severity of what Lucian was saying, "Wait, who is James?"
Lucian giggled, "He's just my friend, he comes by nearly every day."
Something in Adam stirred, fear, paranoia, anger- he wasn't sure, but it wasn't good.
"Lucian, he comes in the house when I'm not here?" Adam asked.
"Yeah, but don't worry, it's been several weeks, he's not going to hurt me."
"Weeks? Lucian, why haven't you told me?" Adam said, starting to get a little aggravated.
"Adam, it's ok, he told me to keep it a secret, but today he said that the time has come to let you know."
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