Geelie peered across the street at the park, but it was empty now. The little falling from the tree had apparently taken the fun out of the day for the rest of them.
She blew out an impatient breath. Even if there were any littles over there, they'd gotten boring. Everything was boring, boring, boring!
She'd thought these bigger ones might be more interesting, but she'd been wrong. Eye candy was all very well, but watching these young men sleep, eat and mutter was beyond boring.
Maybe she should just kill them and move on.
But move on to what?