With heated cheeks and my heartbeat thrumming in my head, I slammed the cups of coffee down on the table.
"Everything okay?" Nix asked. "I heard some shouting in the hallway. Did you run into my sister?"
"I wish I ran her over," I grumbled, still agitated from her slurs. I didn"t get angry often and Channing never liked me expressing it, but something about Matilda just pushed my buttons the wrong way.
"You and me both." The brunette gratefully accepted the cup of lukewarm coffee and sipped from the top. "Thank you."
"For the coffee? You"re welcome."
"No. For standing up for me." She shot me a look that seemed meaningful and I quickly hid behind my own cup.
"She was just so awful."
"I know! Every time, I tell people about my family they try to convince me that it can"t be that bad."
