Lazarus stopped when Emma lifted her hand to stop him. She turned her face to look at Viktor with anger bubbling in her chest. She had had enough of his nonsense and didn't want to hear him.
She took a step closer to him. "It seems that all you have is whores around you. That is why every woman that you see looks like a whore to you!"
"Emma!" Viktor growled, seething with fury. "Stay in your limits."
"No!" she snapped. "You keep within your limits. You've gone without a wife and a mate for so long that you have stopped respecting women. But you know what? I pity you! You could never be a good mate and a good father because you were always focused on your throne."
"Guards!" Viktor barked, shaking with rage.
A guard threw his spear at her, but before it could even touch her, the spear burned midair when Nephie breathed fire at it.
