Avice stared at Lazarus as her anticipation rose. Something inside her said that he was going to take her back. That hope brought a flicker of happiness inside her but she stifled it. She always wanted to get rid of Emma ever since Drogo had married her. Her real mother had left him and they had presumed that she was dead. Emma had become a thorn in her heart, a pain in her neck and totally insufferable. All the while she brought up Emma, it was with loathe.
Suddenly, she saw Magnus getting up and going to Emma's room. She heard a swish of air and then everything became quiet inside. It was odd but she looked at Lazarus and goaded him, "What were you saying Lord Lazarus?" She started picking up the plates and keeping them aside to wash them later on.
"I—"
