The New World

He's a hatchling still. He should top off at under seventy-five pounds, the smallest estimated weight of any of the smaller varieties. [He's really a treasured pet, and something she can spoil unconditionally. The damn thing doesn't care what her goals are, or who she wants to destroy, or what country she's working to take over. He doesn't care about her clothes, or her shoes, unless he's eating them and that's another issue entirely. Baby is beloved because he's trustworthy. Something that doesn't exist in her world, something that makes it worth allowing the little beast close without conditions.

Unless he's gone after another pair of leather pumps again. That's making a condition.Then he's sleeping on his pet bed alone until she's calmed down.] One of the men who have interest in me gave him to me as a gift. I have to say, as obnoxious as he is, he knows me far better than my fiancé does.