I pulled my phone out, tilting the screen his way. Just before three. He mentioned sunrise and I huffed a laugh, scrubbing a tired hand across my face. I wasn't afraid, just... exhausted. If he wanted to kill me, I figured he wouldn't have a difficult job.

"Jesus. Okay, so. Everybody here gets a place to stay. Like a starter apartment. A little cash. It's... eerie as shit, but you've gotta roll with it, if you don't want to end up sleeping on the fucking street."

I stood, gripping my cane in one hand. I drew in a breath, blew it out. "Or in some sealed fuckin' box somewhere, right? Outta the sunlight." I arched a brow, challenging him to deny it. Stupid. I didn't care.