Zoe could tell for sure that the stickiness on her hands did not come from her own body.

When she brought her hand up to her nose, she caught a strong whiff of blood, unmistakably emanating from the blood that coated her hands in abundance.

When Penelope had leaned in close to her just now, his hand had brushed against hers.

Penelope immediately moved his injured hand away behind him, sounding somewhat uncomfortable: "It's nothing."

He pushed himself up from the couch, and in the dim light of the night, he found the switch on the wall and illuminated the bedroom.

In the darkness-turned-brightness of the bedroom, Zoe could see...