Lazarus remembered how he slapped her ass and Emma had squealed. She had even threatened him that she would close her door and not have sex with him for the next one week. As if he would allow it. Just thinking about it was making his cock go hard. Damn that woman. He wondered if he would ever get tired of her.
"I can't believe you, Lazarus," Maeve snapped. "You have to increase the patrol to find her. Do anything, but find her! If she escapes, do you realize the bigger problem here? I won't be able to find a body as strong as hers!"
"Why do you say she is strong? She is just a mortal…" he said in a boring tone and then in order to convey to her that this conversation is over, he yawned.
"That reminds me. Have you marked her yet?" Maeve asked with anticipation.
He opened one eye and glanced at her sideways. "Why should I mark her? I will mark her when you enter her."
