"Like I listen to you," Maddie snarled back, but in the same heated snark commonly shared between them. It came with a gnawing bite on his bare, tattooed shoulder as she looked over it, scanning the plans her brother had drawn up as Matt held them in his hands.
Bo got the talented genes. At least, the talent that actually had some kind of future. Maddie's art, gritty and raw as it often was, never had a chance to catch on. Now? It was just as much a pass time as it was back before.
"So what happens when the food runs out in the city," she asked either of them, setting her chin on Matt's shoulder, flicking looks between them. "What good is a big ass wall if it's just lockin' us in to starve to death.