Camilla looked at the silver spoon approaching her face. She looked at the dark purple blueberry glaze.
Her eyes widened slightly in alarm.
She reacted quickly. She reached out her hand and gently but firmly grabbed Damon's wrist, stopping his hand in mid-air before the spoon could touch her lips.
Damon was taken aback. He looked down at her hand holding his wrist. He looked at her face, highly confused.
"I can't eat that," Camilla said softly, shaking her head.
Damon frowned deeply. His thick eyebrows pulled together. "Why not? It is sweet."
Before Camilla could explain, Allen's voice interrupted them from across the table.
Allen had been watching the entire interaction. When he saw the blueberry cake, he knew exactly what was going to happen. This was his perfect moment to strike back at the General.
Allen let out a loud, mocking scoff. He shook his head slowly from side to side in disbelief.
