PENELOPE'S POV

The moment I heard Ezra's voice, my heart skipped a beat.

I stood, water cascading down my skin as I hastily grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. My fingers trembled slightly out of fear of Ezra walking in on us this way.

Daemon was already moving behind me, calmly and quiet, but I could feel his gaze on my back as I stepped out.

The air was cooler out here, the contrast from the warmth of the bath sending a shiver through me. I opened the door slowly, just ...