Maeve looked at Emma with clenched teeth. She closed the gap between her in slow and angry strides. "What have you said to Lazarus that he is taking you to Upper North Jupan for Samhain and not me? What kind of stories are you feeding him?" She came to stand a few feet away from her and crossed her arms across her chest.
Emma narrowed her eyes, wiping her tears away. From what she knew it was Maeve who was going to Samhain with Lazarus and not her. When did this development take place?
"Remember one thing, Emma!" Maeve said in a low menacing voice. "You are here only for this body of yours. Lazarus doesn't like you and he has no interest in you. I will be his queen and not you. If you have somehow got that idea in your head, it would be better that you discard it right now. You cannot sow seeds of dissent between us!"
