When Emma woke up in the morning, she found herself entangled in the limbs of Lor Lazarus. He was relentless last night and when she was too tired to do anything more, he let her sleep. Sometime during the middle of the night he left her and went to attend to his duties like vampires did, and then he came back. He slid beside her and went off to sleep.
She kissed his cheek. He growled and pulled her closer, not ready to let her go. She giggled. "I have to go to the bathroom."
He groaned and left her. As she got up, she gathered her hair in a bun and walked to the bathroom. An hour later, they were both in the ante-chamber having their breakfast.
"Won't you join your father for breakfast?" she asked as she chewed on a delicious pastry.
He sneered. "That old man has gone mad. He thinks I don't know what he is doing!"
Emma was taken aback. "What did he do now?" She was actually getting tired of the palace games. They were never ending.
