Cara’s POV
A knock sounded at the door, and Jason glanced at me from the kitchen. I was sitting in the living room, which meant that I was closer to the door. But, as I stood up, Jason shook his head and said not to go.
He mouthed the words to me, causing me to frown and sit my ass back down. I could see he was in a mode to fight, like whoever was at the door was a threat.
But I understand that. It wasn’t as if we were expecting anyone, but I still didn’t think whoever it was is a threat. Threats really don’t have the habit of knocking on one’s door before coming to face their targets now, do they?
Folding my arms across my chest, I watched him walk quietly to the cabinet near the fridge and he remove a gun I had never seen before, one I didn't even know was there, then he pressed h
