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I sat up with a jolt, eyes wide and heart pounding against my rib cage. The bubble that I was in popped suddenly, snatched away from the misty tendrils of slumber that was about to consume me slowly in Dimitri's arms as his hand grazing my head, combing through my hair, patted it into place one last time before resting on my waist.
He knew something I didn't.
A sigh escaped his lips that followed the dead echo of the doorbell as he left my side and stood up facing the pitch black doorway, attentive and aware, with his right hand on top of his left. That and the cold chill that he left me in, made it very clear that I was not about to like whatever was going to happen next and whoever was about to come through that door. It didn't stop me from wanting to have a good view as I stood up as well when a key turning the lock resounded from the hallway as the front door open with a loud squeak and a pair of footsteps walked in the foyer.
Their boots clacked against
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