Her eyes were assaulted by the yellow light streaming in from the hallway and she remembered falling asleep in her living room earlier after yet another very bad day. And it didn’t look like it was getting any better. The intruder slammed the door again, this time throwing her even further into blindness as her eyes tried to adjust to the extremes they’d been subjected to. Darcy’s breath caught in her throat as she felt rather than heard footsteps approaching her in the dark and she tried to gauge what her chances were to reach her kitchen before her uninvited guest reached her. She quickly came to the realization that she had to try for the door instead—there was no way she could reach the kitchen without getting even closer to the threat. She gently pushed herself up and out of her blankets, preparing to throw her bare legs over the back of the sofa, thinking she would slide across it and put the oversized piece of furniture between her and whoever this was. She was afraid to consider who it could be—she had rattled a particularly nasty tree earlier—but she knew it was more important to get away.
