The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, even though the hooded range vent was steadily humming. The two youngest hackers sat together, snacking on crisp bacon while drinking their hot beverages.
Stiletto sipped her coffee, refusing to look in the direction of the living room. "Thanks for turning the fan on. I don't want to listen to her excuses."
Dex's usually cheerful demeanor was a mixed combination of anger, betrayal, and hurt feelings. "Why does she look like someone punched her in the face?"
"Because someone punched her in the face." Stiletto gave him a deadpan expression. "Before you find a reason to get upset about that, keep in mind that there are quite a few secrets at the hive that could cause us to disappear if exposed."
