A sharp knock at her bedroom door made Danielle startle. Her heart slammed against her ribs hard. Instinctively, one of her hands went to her gun under her pillow while the other grabbed her chest. It wasn’t like she had been doing anything except allowing her mind to wander miles away, but that didn’t stop her heart from racing. Especially when she thought it was a possible threat.
It took her a moment for her brain to process that a threat wouldn’t knock. Even if the knock hadn’t been soft, it still suggested it wasn’t someone trying to kill her.
With an angry humph, she got off her bed. Danielle didn’t return her gun to its place under the pillow, though. It was still better to be safe than sorry.
“What?” she said angrily as she opened the door and came face to face with one of her
