",,Hmm." Daemon's gaze flicked up, and a second later, Blake's glass tipped over. I gasped. Water sloshed over the table, spilling into Blake's lap. He jumped up, letting out a curse. The movement shook the table again. His plate of spicy noodles slid - well, flew - onto the front of Blake's sweater. My jaw dropped. Holy mountain mama, Daemon had taken my date hostage. "Jesus," Blake muttered, hands at his sides. Grabbing napkins, I turned do Daemon. My look promised a vengeful death as I handed Blake the napkins. "That was really strange," Daemon said, smirking."