Lazarus continued to gaze at her and her calm heartbeat till a yawn punctuated his thoughts. He rested his head back on his pillow and went off to sleep soon, her heartbeat acting like a lullaby to his tumultuous mind.
He had stayed awake for the last so many days with tension cruising through him about various things. And out of these, the last two days were spent thinking about her.
Emma peeled open her eyes with a pounding headache and a groan. It was still dark in the room she was in. Only the soft ambers of the fire had spread its buttery glow in the room with shadows dancing on the walls. This wasn't her room.
Something heavy was weighing her down. It was so hot that she was sweating even in this chilly weather. She tried to disentangle herself but the weight was too heavy for her to move. Groggily she looked down only to find a muscular arm curled around her waist and further down was a thick column of a thigh. She recognized those.
