Not every version of Lian I write is a Liam, but every version is incredibly sassy and quite obviously Roy Harper’s progeny.

That’s what you get for being such a hellraiser as a kid, Roy.  Karma.

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“I know,” Lian said with a hint of exasperation.  ”No staying after, no extra curriculars,  no fighting.”

“No fighting,” Roy repeated with added emphasis.  ”You’re getting too good; people will notice.”

“I wouldn’t do it so much if kids weren’t so stupid.  Why can’t I be home schooled with Iris and Jai?”

“You know theirs is a special situation.”

Lian grinned.  ”If I don’t get in a fight, can they come over after school?” 

Roy had to laugh.  ”I’ll talk to Wally.  Maybe you can go over there for dinner.”

Lian’s eyes widened in feigned surprise.  ”What?  No mac ‘n cheese?  Dad, I don’t know how to eat food that doesn’t come out of a box.”