Maeve wanted him to get close to Emma and fuck her, but she didn't want him to start liking her to the level that he would forget her. She was not only feeling jealous of Emma but she felt like killing her. If Emma would have been any other girl, she would have killed her already.
Lazarus patted next to him on the bed and said, "Come, sit here."
Maeve was in no mood to do that, but she had to. If she didn't, she was afraid that he would get swayed towards her and may even consider not having the ritual. She sauntered to the bed and sat beside him with a pout. "You shouldn't have done that, Lazarus. How could you leave me? I thought you would come back after punishing her for getting out of the palace."
He turned his face towards her. He propped his elbows up and rested his head on them. "How is it that your magic has weakened so much?"
