There was nowhere to hide; they’d find her easily if she tried to escape through the window. She grabbed the fireplace poker and stood behind the door, ready to bring it down on whichever of them came in first. Heart pounding erratically in her chest, she stared in horrified fascination at the doorknob as it turned and the door slowly opened.
She’d never expected to hear that unforgettable voice anywhere again, but especially not in her own bedroom--she stepped out from behind the door, but she didn’t drop the poker. “What the hell are you doing here?”
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