#Chapter 86: Changing Gears

The ringing doorbell startled both Ethan and I. Mars and Olivia were on their honeymoon after the wedding, Tristan had a spare key or would have called beforehand, and nobody else that we would want to see would have a reason to visit us at this hour. I hopped off of Ethan, scouring the bedroom floor for mine and his shirts, throwing them over our bodies and started descending down the stairs towards the door. Ethan was still stiff and sore, despite not being in excruciating pain, and he limped through the hallway and down the stairs. When we got to the foyer, I jogged a little ahead to open the door, but Ethana pulled me back lightly. “After what we just went through,” He began with a stern look, “I don’t think it’s wise to answer. We aren’t expecting any more visitors.” I opened my mouth to argue that maybe it was important, but he was right. We were still unsure of who was targeting us. Answering a ringing doorbell in the dark of night was not the wisest of choices.