I hissed back a breath and threw my hands over my stiff shoulders. Who'd left the doorway open? I stopped before the edge of the solid wooden door, not wanting to cross that stream of polar air slicing through the middle of the foyer, and leaned over to see if I could spot the villain who'd done this. The lights in the porch were sleeping, a dark veil wrapping the front of the Lady. I frowned. I looked back at the far end of the hall. The lights in the living room were off duty as well. Purposely, maybe. I could hear Buffy's dim voice buzzing somewhere. Snuggling and making out with her darling on the couch most certainly-or rug. It would've given them more space to...
The snap of a car door outside ripped my hot-blooded visions. I jerked back my eyes to the porch and focused on the tall
