An hour back, after Emma had left for her room along with Ginger, Lazarus had gone to find Maeve. She was sitting with King Viktor and Anton and discussing something but as soon as they saw him, they stopped talking.
She explained, "We were talking about the ritual."
"Come back," he ordered, glaring at Anton. Maeve got up immediately to be with him. Together they walked back to Maeve's room. Lazarus was so tense about the ritual and the trial that he wanted to spend time with Maeve. Maybe she would allow him to spend himself in her. But she was being reluctant.
When they reached her room, he caged her against a wall and said, "How long will you make me wait? Why aren't you attracted to me?"
She stood cold like a stone, pressed against the wall. "Lazarus, you should know that my body is weak. I can't take you. Why don't you use the mortal? That girl is good enough for you till the soul casting ceremony. Once I possess her body, I will freely give myself to you."
