When she settled snugly beside him, he too slipped inside the fur with her and spooned her. For the first time in long, Lazarus slept like a log. His dreams were free of nightmares. They were of his babies. Though it was rare to have babies with a human, he still hoped.
When he woke up next, it had become dark. His mind went to last night's events, but he shoved them all out of his mind. Half of his problems were solved with Maeve out of the scene. Even though the throne was a distant dream, he felt calmer, anchored, loved and cherished. He had missed those feelings so much that he thought they were non-existent. It was his mate who made him realize about them. And they were lovely, warm feelings that filled his heart.
He leaned over and inhaled her violet scent. Emma was still sleeping. She didn't even flutter open her eyes. Scared he got up with a start and poked her shoulder. "Emma!" he called her. "Wake up!"
