Chapter 11Pitch studied Bernard over the rim of his coffee cup. Something was going on. Bernard had always been civil and pleasant enough to be around, but he kept glaring at Pitch, and it made him want to flash teeth.
Bernard needed to back the feck off.
“Are you staying for breakfast, Pitch?” Astra was putting pastries on the display shelf along with some sandwiches she’d made in the kitchen. It had been hard not to walk in there when he’d heard the low murmur of Astra and Shiro’s voices, but he’d stayed by the table, sipping divine coffee.
Astra and Shiro could make this the most popular place in the city—heavenly coffee and pastries stuffed with feel-good emotions. He rubbed his neck. For Shiro to make cookies filled with happiness, he needed to be happy—at least, Pitch believed it
