Dinner is Served
Oh god. It hadn't been five minutes since our reunion and Damon had already insulted my mother. I was at least hoping for us to arrive at the dining hall before drawing out the knives. Not that my mother did not deserve to be called out, but surely Damon did not need to do it in a way that removed all semblance of politeness from the meeting!
At this rate, I would expect my mother to pull out a gun over dinner to shoot at him while she ate her food.
Blaise and I tried to step on his foot to discreetly get him to stop antagonizing her, but it only led to our feet colliding together.
"Damon, shush," Blaise said warningly. I could sense his anger coiling under the surface at my mother's words, but Blaise always had a stronger hold on his temper. "Don't forget, we're guests here."