C13 Not welcome

Damon’s POV

I approached the front door slowly and cautiously, reaching my back pocket for the small handgun I usually carried around.

I couldn’t tell who was at the door, so I had to be cautious. The doorbell dinged again, and I tapped the view button on the biometric door screen.

A wave of relief washed over me when a familiar face filled the screen, and I felt my muscles start to relax