Lazarus gave her more meat without realizing that he was loving that she was eating. No, he was loving that he was feeding her. He wiped the corner of her lips again and unknowingly ate those crumbs.
"I have read about them," he replied. "And the King of Aztec is a dragon rider."
Emma savored the juicy piece of meat and sighed. "If only I could visit Yizinia once in my remaining life…"
Lazarus hated the way she said, 'remaining life'. He gave her water as his jaw clenched. Without another word, he continued to feed her.
"I can't eat more," she said.
"You have to!" he insisted. "You are too weak."
She huffed. "What's the point in over-eating when I will be gone after a few days?"
"Why do you keep talking about dying all the time?" Lazarus snapped. "Can't you live in the present?"
