“I think we need to show these stuffy dead relatives who the real queen is around here,” I drawled in my snootiest tone. Not waiting for Daisy to reply, I lifted her up to deposit on my shoulders. “There. Now you can look down on them and their Judgy McJudgerson faces.” She squealed with delight. “Not all of them are dead, Blunty. Not yet, anyway—ha!” A true villain.
