Not Going to Happen

The way she looked at him, full of lust, he was sure that Emma was up to something… sexy. 

Clasping his hands behind his head, in a snide tone Lazarus said, "I am ready to be pleasured." Again. "How are you going to seduce me away from Maeve's enchanting clutches?" He beckoned her with his finger and patted his thighs. "Come sit here and try. I highly doubt you will succeed though." 

Looking at his thighs, her cheeks heated till her ears. 

"I knew you didn't have it," he scoffed as if throwing the gauntlet towards her. "I highly doubt you had any section charms that you could use on me. I am going to laugh at you along with Maeve after this." 

His facial expressions were so mocking that she had to accept the challenge. Moreover, she had only one chance at living and it all depended on how much she could seduce him. Out of the twenty-one days, she had lost one day and she only had twenty days with her before the soul casting ritual.