Thirteen:
Jaxie wasn’t exaggerating when she claimed our sister would eat an entire tray of fudge brownies. Then again, I’d be pretty stupid to Vibe call my sister in the wee hours of the morning without a peace offering.
“Still smells like deer in here…”
Jaxie sulked loud-enough for Liv to hear, and she gave a feral fanged grin.
“Yes, and let us not forget who received all that delicious deer blood, dear sister.”
Liv reminded Jax, and Jax looked a lot less than enthusiastic to have our little sister verbally sparring with her. Our family was a complex mess of dominant beings. All of us kids were apex personalities. Though, I was usually just detached socially speaking. That didn’t mean I allowed anyone to tread upon me, like at the bar.
“So, care to explain why Dylan’s room looks
