Shaun jolted awake five minutes before five, his heart pounding like an alarm all on its own. It was time for work.
He sat up slowly, blinking into the dim attic room. Dreams still clung to him—blood and pain and heat, half-formed scenes that slipped away when he tried to grab onto them. He could still feel them, though, like fingerprints pressed into the back of his skull. He shook his head once, hard, trying to dispel them.
When he looked up again, his gaze landed on Brian and Jesse,