“Knock, knock.”
The sound dragged me out of sleep. A sharp headache stabbed through my skull the moment I opened my eyes.
“Knock, knock.”
It came again.
I groaned and slowly pushed myself upright on the couch. The room still smelled faintly of alcohol and perfume. Juliet was curled up beside me, fast asleep.
I tapped her shoulder gently.
She yawned… and continued sleeping.
I tapped her again, firmer this time. “Juliet, wake up. We have to get out of here. The sun’s almost up.”
Her eyes fluttered open lazily.
I stood and began pulling my clothes back on, tossing hers toward her. Another knock echoed through the door.
Juliet got dressed and walked to the door, opening it just slightly — enough to reveal her face and nothing else.
“How far, Isaac? What’s going on?” she asked casual
