Penelope's POV
The hotel balcony overlooks the arena where we just won our semifinal game. The lights are still on inside, custodial crews cleaning up after thousands of screaming fans.
I can't believe we made it to the championship.
"Can't sleep?" Liam's voice comes from behind me.
I turn to find him leaning against the doorframe, wearing sweatpants and a Bloodfang hockey t-shirt. His dark hair is messy like he's been running his hands through it.
"Too much adrenaline." I turn back to the view. "My brain won't shut off."
He moves to stand beside me at the railing, his shoulder brushing mine. "You were incredible tonight."
"We all were." I lean my forearms on the metal barrier. "Rodriguez had three assists. Zoe was like a wall in net."
"Stop deflecting." His voice is gentle but fir
