I marched back from the cafeteria balancing two cups of coffee, praying the caffeine could somehow fix the bad blood I’d left behind.

The second I reached the door, it hit me. The tension in that room was suffocating. It had somehow gotten worse in the flat ten minutes I was gone. Something had gone terribly wrong.

I shoved the door open with my elbow. "Coffee," I announced, slapping on a bright, fake smile to mask the oppressive atmosphere.

Both men snapped their gazes to me.

"One for each of you," I chirped. "And before you complain, I hiked to the third-floor machine. Skipped the basement sludge that tastes like...