PENNY POV
I did not remember walking to my room.
That was not a poetic thing.
I literally did not remember.
One moment I was in the winter garden, watching golden roses close over the last pieces of Ermes like the earth itself had decided he was trash, and the next I was standing in front of my bedroom door with dried blood under my nails, dirt on my knees, and my hand shaking around the handle.
For a second, I just stared at it.
My own door.
My own room.
And still my brain went blank, like maybe I had forgotten how to turn a damn knob.
Ridiculous.
I opened it before that thought could turn into something worse.
Liam was there.
Waiting for me.
Barefoot. Sleeves rolled up. Hair damp at the temples. Standing near the bathroom like he had been pacing and then stopped the second h
