330 A Familiar Coat

Blaise's eyes widened, his spoon clattering back on the plate, spilling curry everywhere while I nearly leaped up in surprise at my mother's offer.

Even my hands were shaking as I placed my utensils flat against the table, the clink echoing throughout the room. My back was straighter, my eyes were wide, and my jaw was hanging agape as I stared at my mother. Strangely enough, her eyes held no malice as she smiled at Blaise.

In fact, she seemed to be challenging him to a friendly match, unlike the looks of pure disdain she shot Damon.

"Mom, you're serious?" I asked. I couldn't believe my ears. Having Blaise was better than not having both of them. 

"I never say things I don't mean," my mother said, and Damon scoffed in disbelief. 

"Blaise, don't be fooled! It's definitely some sort of plot," he said with a scowl.