Damon stood at the big oak door and moved his weight from one foot to the other.
He knocked once, then immediately cursed himself when he noticed the doorbell.
"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, pressing the button.
it didn't take him long to hear faint footsteps coming from behind the door.
He hadn't done this before, but there was no reason for his heart to be beating so fast.
When the door opened, there was a stunningly beautiful woman standing there.
An inviting smile eased her sharp features, and she looked about the same age as his mother.
It was Macey, Victor's wife and Svetlana's adoptive mother.
Damon felt a rush of nervousness all of a sudden. He had met her before, but only briefly and by chance.
It was never in a way that let them get to know each other or even have a good conversation.
Most of what Macey knew about him came from Victor, and most of what Damon knew about her came from Svetlana.