The tea was not just bitter, it left an astringent taste in his mouth that Damon might as well have tasted alum. Huh? So this was how he was going to die? Because of love? Well, dying for Nessa doesn't seem that bad of an idea.
So Damon hardened his heart and gulped the rest of the tea, placing the empty tumbler on the stool, saying, "I never knew you could make such refined tea, Mrs. Jenny,"
Refined tea his ass! His mouth was so bitter he wished he could take something sweet. He looked towards Nessa with eyes that said, "Tell me there's dessert after this,"
However, Nessa's gaze was negative. Great, he was doomed.
Meanwhile, there was a look of admiration in Jenny's eyes, Damon was man enough and a suitable mate for his daughter. She knew how bitter that tea was - Of course, why wouldn't she, when she was the maker.
