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"You?" Emma scoffed. "What have you done for me, except torturing me? You don\'t deserve a girl like me!"

"Really?" he couldn\'t believe that this mortal was saying it. "As far as I remember, you screamed my name on your lips when you came all over my mouth and then around my cock."

She blushed heavily and got restless. She did love it and her thighs clenched as dull ache began to build in her belly at the thought of it.

"If I will sink my fangs in you and drink your blood, trust me you will never be able to get away from me," he said, his voice growing husky with need.

She took a deep breath, contemplating it. Their gazes locked and she felt like she was helpless. Why was it that he attracted her to the extent that she lost her senses? Her breasts felt heavy and she shifted in her place.

The next moment, Lazarus was on the bed, lying beside her. His fingers went back to tracing her skin. "Now tell me everything about the shifters and how you managed to be kidnapped."

She pursed her lips, but she settled against his broad chest. It was very comforting. His thighs curled over hers in a move of propriety and she loved the weight of them. She narrated how she was kidnapped and, in the end, said, "If I go there again, I will kill them!"

"Already done that," he said amused by her fervor.

She whipped her head to look at him. "You killed them?" she asked with wide eyes. "Ah!" She winced. She shouldn\'t have whipped her head.

"Yes, I have," he replied and then slowly, turned her head back to make her rest on the pillow comfortably. "So you saw a dragon?" he asked, still not believing her.

"Yes, it was purple, and so majestic!" she said excitedly.

Her excitement was contagious. His lips curled up slightly. "You are not going to go out of the cabin from now on." He tucked the fur higher up.

"For how long though," she said, her shoulders slouching a little. "In eight days, you will cast my soul out." She threw her arm over her eyes and burst into tears.

Horrified, he tried to remove her arm and asked, "Emma, are you still hurting?"

"N—no," she said between her sobs. "I don\'t want to die. Do you really want Maeve in my body?

Lazarus swallowed thickly. After what Maeve had told him, he was shaky on the inside. He watched her tears streaming down her cheeks and wiped them.

She glanced at him and said through her tears, "Don\'t you feel anything for me, Lazarus? I mean why is it that I feel this crazy, strong attraction for you, while you don\'t?"

He closed his eyes and slumped on the pillow beside her.

"Please don\'t make me feel used and throw. I will make you happier than Maeve."

He turned towards her, and then slowly made her turn towards him. He cupped the back of her hips gently and pressed her against his chest. He started stroking her to calm her down.

"Why is it that things are so bad between us?" She let out a hiccup and he pressed a kiss on her head. "Why couldn\'t we meet in a normal way?"

"Shh…" he said and rocked her against him. Lazarus had never been this gentle with anyone but he had this sudden need to comfort her. She continued to cry against him, making his tunic wet.

"When I am gone, will you remember me?"

The way she spoke, he felt like someone stabbed his heart with a sharp knife and then twisted it. "You aren\'t going anywhere Emma." It was impossible to live without her. And he had to do something about Maeve.

The next morning she woke up with a jerk as a loud bellow sounded. She found herself pressed beneath Lazarus as if he was trying to protect her. His eyes were closed and his face was twisted with pain. "Emmaaa!" he bellowed her name.

She was caged in his arms and his lags, his weight crushing her. Sweat coated her skin. "I am right here," she said. Was he having a nightmare? She shook him slightly, hoping that he got out of it. "Lazarus?"

He seemed to have stopped breathing. "Emmalyn?" he said. "No. No. Father, don\'t take her away."

Emma\'s chin trembled at the agony he was feeling. She shook him again. "Lord Lorza, I am right here. Please wake up."

He somehow peeled open his eyes and lifted his head. With his red eyes gone wide, he stared at her as if he couldn\'t believe that she was still with him. "Emma," he rasped in a low voice. Then he embraced her tightly. "You are here. Thank God. He hasn\'t taken you to the blood forest."

Emma closed her eyes and kissed his chest. "No, he hasn\'t…" She knew that he was seeing his usual nightmare of the blood forest where his father buried his mother and then tried to bury him too.

"It is a dangerous place…" he murmured. "Don\'t go anywhere without me, okay?"

Gods, this vampire was so broken. She curled her arms up his neck. "I won\'t."

"Good," he said, seeming a little relaxed. Then he slid beside her and closed his eyes again. "We will leave for Wilya in two days after you have healed well."

Emma sighed. "Okay…"

For the next two days, Lazarus didn\'t go anywhere and stayed in the cabin, always looking out for rogues. Both Magnus and him had set duties for guarding the cabins.

"When will you be leaving for Wilyra, Olya?" Emma asked as she bit into a juicy steak that Magnus had brought from the royal kitchen. He had traced to the kingdom and brought over rations for a month.

"She won\'t be going for the next one month at least," Magnus said for her. "Maybe two."

Olya gave him a beatific smile and he reveled in it. She looked at Emma and said, "I will marry Lord Magnus as soon as I turn eighteen and will leave after that."

Emma chuckled. "That is a wicked plan."

"Suggested by you," Olya laughed happily.