Losing It

Lazarus turned sharply only to see that Emma was standing dangerously close to him. When did she pad her way here? "And what do you have in mind?" 

Her lips parted and she blushed heavily. It was as if she was hesitant in speaking her thoughts aloud. She looked so enticing, blushing heavily that he stopped the urge to trace the line of her blush. 

"What is it?" he goaded her, but his thoughts went awry with her proximity. He wanted to run his hands on her body. He wanted her to touch him so that the burn he felt inside him, soothed. 

"I have a suggestion for you," she said with difficulty. 

After the trial, when she had left Lazarus and gone back to her room, all she could think of was him and his deal with Maeve. What if she somehow created a fracture in their relationship? If she succeeded, she wouldn't be giving up her soul and continue to live. If she didn't, then she already knew what was in for her.