A Proposition

"What the hell!" Maeve shouted at him. "Have you gone mad? How could you go to meet Emma in the midst of something so important? What will others think about us? Did you not hear the oracle?"

Lazarus clenched his teeth and ignored her. 

"Why did you go to meet her?" she asked, growing frustrated. 

He gave her a cold look. "She was in the kissing tent at Samhain! I had to stop her from kissing anyone else other than me." 

Maeve's mouth dropped to the floor. She gaped at him. "So you kissed her and that too in front of so many onlookers?"

"Yes," he replied dryly. He didn't know why he said that. He had kissed her when everyone else was blindfolded. But he didn't want to reveal it to Maeve. In fact, he didn't know why he liked the idea of kissing her in public. Wouldn't that be like she belonged to him?