Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his jawline. The blood was caked all over his face and she should have felt repulsed, but all she wanted was to kiss him and make sure that he was fine. She saw him fighting against the rogues and her heart had twisted so much that her chest had tightened. Even though she was with Nephie, there was not a moment when she wanted to go back and be with him. He had saved her against those rogues, putting his life at risk. And all for Maeve…
"Lorza…" she moaned his name as she peppered kisses all over his face. "I missed you."
Lazarus closed his eyes, savoring the feel of his mate. He felt that he could die at the moment with her in his arms. She was the last thing he would see that would be his salvation. "How are you?" he asked, unable to communicate his feelings. He was just terrible in that department.
