"Naomi!" Olya shot back. "How can you even think like that? Lord Lazarus and Emma are mates. How can I get in between them?"
Naomi shook her head. "Olya, you are too young to understand the dynamics of the palace. You don't know how things work." Then she glanced around as if to see if there was anyone around. She lowered her voice and said, "I have heard that Lord Lazarus hasn't marked Emma yet. That means that even though she is his mate, he is actually not interested in her. Do you see what is happening? He doesn't want her to be his wife."
"Gods above! Naomi you are just being bitchy!" Olya retorted. She got up from there and went to the window to take a deep breath in. She hated her sister's shenanigans. She hated how she looked at the world. Why was everyone so twisted to achieve their goals? And why were the goals so twisted? Why couldn't people have the right vision?
