Lazarus forgot about his peccadillo immediately. He kissed her temple. Cupping her face, he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Emma was still very angry with him. She pushed against his chest and pulled away from the kiss. He immediately missed her. "I don't want to talk to you!" she said. "You will never hurt those I love."
"I will never hurt those you love," he said, refusing to leave her. "I just can't let you leave me. I was furious that you wanted to leave me." And when he said those words, his throat didn't burn. "However, I do feel that in this relationship, you hold all the cards." He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and tipped her chin to gaze in her beautiful green eyes. After the way she ordered him last time, he was… impressed. She had managed to not only stop him from fighting with Nephie, but also quell his jealousy and anger. Having said that, "Do you love me?"
