Emma wiped the tears off her face. If she wasn't going to get Lazarus, then she was going to make sure that Olya got Magnus. She grabbed Olya's hands and said, "Why don't you run away with Lord Magnus?"
Olya looked scandalously at Emma. "What?" she squealed. "That would be so outrageous! How can I run away with him when I intend to marry him after I am eighteen?"
Emma frowned. "When is your birthday?" she asked as if her mind was already concocting plans.
"In two months."
"Oh, then you have made it easier!" Emma's lips quirked up.
"How?" Olya asked, wondering what Emma was up to. And she could sense that Emma was up to something really mischievous.
Suddenly, the door of her room opened with a loud bang and they snapped their heads in its direction.
