PENELOPE
My phone kept vibrating violently against the nightstand, yanking me out of sleep like a slap. The room was dark. The digital clock read 3:42 a.m. I reached for it, blinking against the glow, and saw Liam Anderson on the screen.
Liam? At this hour?.
“Hello?” My voice was groggy, caught between dream and dread. This call better damn be important because I was this close to having an orgasm in my sleep.
Yes, I miss him so much to have a dream about him.
“Penelope,” Liam’s voice came sharp, and fast. “It’s Christian.”
Whatever sleep that was left in my eyes vanished. “What happened?” I stuttered.
“He’s been stabbed. It’s bad.”
My chest tightened so fast it felt like my ribs were caving in. I sat there frozen for a second, my phone still pressed to my ear, but my legs felt nu
