"I'm sure Queen Chrysalis will forgive you for the unintentional feeding of my daughter your love, it is Apocrita that must pay for her sins," Vespa hissed, lifting her foreleg, preparing to rip through the cocoon with the serrations on the back. She was going to kill Ap. She was going to kill her daughter. She was going to kill your friend. SHE WAS GOING TO KILL YOUR LOVE!