Chapter 175: Zingfinold Boot Camp Part 3

"There you guys are," Perry strolls up in the same tight animal hides and on her, they leave very little to the imagination. Her slick black hair is pulled into a tight pony tail and swings side to side as she walks. She stops and crosses her arm, kicking out a hip. "No one tells me anything."

"For good reason," Reid mutters.

Shooting him a glare, her focus shifts to the Brulilies on the ground and being passed around the group. Surprised, she looks to Walker still standing on the branches. "Already?"

"What?" he shrugs.

"Are they ready for poisonous darts?" she rolls her eyes at the Rogues. "Seems a bit early to me."

"Don't you have something evil and fucked up to do?" Jace sighs. "We're busy here."

"Yeah," her fierce eyes open a quarter of an inch wider. "I can see. Two boys fighting in the sandbox," she tosses me a disgusted glance and then shifts focus to the Rogues, "and groupies still in love with their mythical leader, just happy to be nearby. It's pathetic."