“Yes?” Regina’s expression was sour as Emma made her way into the hall of her home.

The blonde frowned quizzically and shrugged at Regina, gesturing towards the stairs.  “I’m here to see Henry,” she said.  “As promised.”

Regina lifted her chin, looking at Emma with open hostility.  She hadn’t forgotten what she’d heard at the sheriff’s office, nor had she been able to forgive it.  Even as her gaze roamed over Emma’s features and she felt the faint stab of lust in her gut, Regina couldn’t forget.  Wouldn’t.  She hung onto Emma’s rejection just like she clutched Henry’s close to her chest.  After the weakness of emotion subsided, replaced by emptiness, rejection was all she had.