***
Liv returned with a deer on her shoulder.
“Oh no, you are not butchering that thing in my apartment!”
Jaxie proclaimed, her chest heaving with the adamancy of her insistence. Liv looked over at me, I had just come from the bathroom.
“How’d you get her to move?”
Liv asked in a whisper which sounded a lot like a yell to my ears. She isn’t what one calls subtle—take on look at our brother for heaven’s sake. We are not a subtle family, flamboyant would be the word I’d use, certainly not inline with the ninja skills Liv believes herself to possess. Though, I am sure she could kick most ninja butt.
“It wasn’t us; it was Diana. Like her or want to m**m her, she seems to really get on with Dylan.”
Mark said, and Liv murmured, “I reserve all rights of maiming.”
Mark and Jaxie snorted
