Naomi chuckled. "Yes Lord Lazarus," she said, ignoring the pin drop silence around them. "I would love it if you marry Olya. We know that Maeve will be your queen." Her gaze slid to Emma who was now pale. Her mind was overwhelmed with so many emotions that she looked like she had stopped breathing. But Naomi was not affected. "But let Maeve be your queen, Olya will be your second wife."
Emma snapped her gaze at Olya as the two of them stood there stunned. A flare of jealousy rose in her chest and Emma felt like she could kill Olya if she even thought of becoming Lazarus's wife.
Cain scoffed. "Though I do wish that you don't marry Maeve!" He shook his head as his hatred for the goddess was all over him. He glanced at Gladys who had a bewildered expression on her face, but she groomed herself soon. She had picked up chicken wings and was biting slowly.
