Damon sat back down, his jaw tight, and his expression unreadable. He didn’t even smile.
“This city never disappoints,” Martha said, fanning herself. “And this time, it happened before dessert.”
“Do they always fight like that?” I asked quietly.
Martha sipped her drink. “Sweetheart, at events like this, everyone fights like that. They just wait until the cameras are off.”
Damon finally looked at me. “Ignore them.”
I turned to him. “I wasn’t the one watching, your grandma was.”
He gave Martha a look. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Oh, please,” she smirked. “She’s a grown woman married to a Gravari. I think she can handle this.”
John came back with a water bottle, raining curses on the staff for making him take too long. Martha rolled her eyes and muttered something before taking the bo
