I jolted awake when someone knocked on the car window. My neck hurt from the angle I'd knocked out in, the heater was blowing warm air straight at my face, and outside the snow drifted down in slow, lazy flakes. It was already night—clouds hiding whatever stars might've been there, street completely empty except for the two silhouettes beside my car.
Tuck and Greg.
Tuck knocked again. "Wake up, princess."
I opened the door and stepped out, rubbing my eyes. "Ugh… yeah, yeah. I'm up."
"You waited here the whole time?" Tuck asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah." I checked my phone. "Like six hours."
Greg let out a quiet sigh. "Come on. Let's get this shit done."
