I turned around to see Damon staring at me with an unfathomable expression in his eyes. I instinctively reached into the bond to see if I could detect any emotions, but all I got was a tinge of jealousy, along with a faint sense of uneasiness.
The jealousy could be easily explained away by Kyle's presence. But the uneasiness was rare― in fact, I could count on one hand the number of times Damon had shown any sign of trepidation since I got to know him.
This meant that this was sadly not a social visit, despite my best wishes. Something must have gone wrong somewhere, and I had to be a part of it. I began to shovel more food into my mouth, frantically chewing as much as I could. I had a feeling I wasn't going to have much of an appetite later.
Meanwhile, Kyle looked utterly aghast at my behavior, his eyes darting from my mouth to Damon's glowering eyes. He seemed to be wordlessly asking me to greet Damon, but my focus was on demolishing as much mashed potato as possible.
