“Hey you,” Mark said from the driver’s seat, and he shook my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw the blurred welcome sign to Burnt Hills. Who the hell even names a town something like that, anyway? I sat up with a groan, and I kept the leather jacket I’d used as a makeshift blanket covering my chest.

“What’s in here, again? Just…remind me why we came to the middle of nowhere.”

Mark chuckled. “There’s an artifact here, one that’s attracting some unwanted attention, and —“

“No, skip to the part regarding why I care.”

“I mean, if we don’t neutralize it soon, the entire town could be massacred.”

“You realize I don’t know any of these people?”

I didn’t have to look at Mark to know the look he was giving me. “Viv —“

I sat up and nearly hit my head on the Impala’s top, and I pointed and looked at Mark expectantly. The name of the bakery/breakfast place was Beverly’s Bakery, and on the front of their display case?

Cinnamon rolls.

“Please?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re a child.”

“You already knew that.”

Mark gave a loud sigh, but I could see the smile tugging at his lips. He started to turn the car into the parking lot, and I squealed with glee.