The sound of the bedroom door closing resonated clearly in Zoe's ears, and she realized what had happened, her heart suddenly racing.

Separated by the closed door were two different worlds, and at this moment, there were only her and Penelope inside the bedroom.

She looked up and met Penelope's crimson eyes.

His entire demeanor, his entire face, screamed that something was seriously wrong.

As his heavy, hot breath brushed against her, Zoe's fingers tightened in panic, frantically reaching for the doorknob to open the door.

She now had a sense of what was really going on with Penelope—his supposed fever, his use of ice to cool down—it was far...