Buzzzz.
Stretching, Darcy uncurled herself from her comfortable position on the couch and stood up, the blanket that had been thrown over her falling to the ground.
Buzzzz.
Looking over the back of the couch and down the stairwell, Darcy glared at the door. Whoever was at the door wasn’t being very patient. If the doorbell wasn’t so annoying, she’d let whoever it was wait just a few seconds more. However, the buzzing of the doorbell was an obnoxious buzz, similar to the sound of a buzzer on a game show, just ten times louder. It was headache inducing if it rang too much. Groaning, Darcy headed down the stairs, sure that if whoever it was rang the doorbell one more time, the dead would wake up.
Unlocking the door, Darcy wrenched the door open and froze. There, in front of her, was her
