He expected the hatchling to be there. That would have caused problems. But no one else was there. It was just the two of them. He smiled at that thought.

She was alone in her bedroom. Her didn’t even hear him come in. She’d left the window open, the stupid little bitch. Must have been expecting the hatchling. He took his time and watched her for a while. He wanted to savor this. Tess had done well in informing him as to her whereabouts. But Tess never said it would be this easy.

He lost track of time. The girl was pretty; he had to give her that. He could see why the hatchling would be interested. She put on lip-gloss and he wondered how her lips would feel beneath his. He wondered how she’d feel beneath him. She was probably tight as hell. He wondered if she would scream. Or if she’d bleed.

But she was human. Not worth his time. And she was carrying the hatchling’s child. He’d have to rectify that mistake.

She was human. Get rid of the humans and the hatchlings will have no one to turn to but him. Get rid of the hatchlings and their race would suffer and his race would thrive.

She had to die. It was simple as that.

She didn’t hear him. She walked over to her mirror and brushed her hair. Started humming some silly lullaby.

Poor girl.