Chapter 88

For the most part Ginger has been tolerable, reminding me as Leo with how she handles many of the rogue that follow her: stern with no bias and to be respected. Pulling the faded flannel onto my body, I begin to button up the shirt as Ginger enters the room again, tossing me a bottle of chocolate milt with protein powder mixed in. If there's one thing I've learned about the hot-headed rogue leader, she loves her protein drinks and pool. Not to mention she cares deeply for her hair since it seems some hair dresser is always here to retouch her roots even if her natural color is not peaking forth. "Drink up, we're heading into the city to see Drexel." Nodding, I watch as she leaves again, allowing me to pull on the pair of stretchy jeans, those jeggings that Ginger practically swears bye because you can still fight in them. As I pull them on, following is a pair of boots, a knife slipped into one as I get to my feet. I put my hair back in a bun, stretching my ne