Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 337

The sun filtered through the curtains, scattering dappled light across the bed as morning broke.

Mandy's head felt like it was about to explode-a pounding, merciless ache. Worse still, her entire body throbbed as though it had been taken apart and put back together, every muscle sore, but especially down below-enough to make her suck in a sharp breath.

With great effort, she forced her heavy eyelids open.

The first thing she saw was Liam's face—a striking, almost impossibly handsome sight that made it hard to look away.

For a moment, Mandy froze, her mind thick with confusion, as if her thoughts had been dipped in glue.

What the hell happened?

Why was Liam in her bed?

Wait-no. This wasn't even her bed.

For a wild second, Mandy wondered if she was dreaming. Maybe her crush on Liam had gone so far that she was actually making up this kind of dream.

But reality crashed in fast-the pain in her head and body was all too real. If this was a dream, it was the most excruciating one ever.

went wide. Both she and Liam were half-naked under the

ran along Liam's

heart skipped a beat, panic flaring

no-this couldn't be

her throat dry, and gingerly lifted the

Liam's familiar... anatomy,

and Liam

even more devastatingly good-looking in the soft morning light. But appreciation was the furthest

of bed, moving as quietly as she could so as not to wake him, then

a hopeless mess-stained

and sweatpants. They hung off her in oversized folds, but she

Mandy left, nearly half an hour passed before Liam

room. When he realized Mandy was gone, a frown creased his

was, a vivid splash of

at the stain, and suddenly the wild flashes of last night's passion replayed in his mind. His

thinking of how

call wouldn't

tried again. And again.

is, Mandy? Use me and then block my number? Who do you think I am?" He scoffed, half amused, half annoyed. "Well, you're still with the Fosters. Let's see how far you