Finnerty never thought of it as killing, it was pure survival. She might not know of human cultures and the extraordinary creatures that lived on land, but she would not flop over to let herself starve or die. Not that any of that matter with the way her head swam upon his touch.
A soft intake of breath moved the air between them at the brush of his knuckles and placement of his thigh. Her face bent easily to his will, feeling the hunger bubbling inside of her when her gaze matched his.
"I- don't know," she laughed softly. The dark moving void behind his eyes pulled at her like the familiar lights of an anglerfish. Leaning toward the draw, her hand continued up his chest. "What are you?"