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 ...