Call Of The Dark

Chapter 152 Caught In Her Web

Cain left for Upper North Jupan. He said that he would be in the palace by the end of the night and by that time he had instructed her to find Olya and put some sense in her.

As Naomi once again walked to find Olya, Cain's words rang in her mind. Emma was the one responsible for corrupting Lazarus's mind. She was the one who needed the land and it was all because she would never be accepted in the royal household.

Naomi slapped her forehead. Why couldn't she think of this before? Why couldn't she see the serpent that Emma was? She was so naïve. How Emma made this plan and how she manipulated them all?

She entered Olya's room and still didn't find her. Upset, she told the guards if they could send her a message or try to find her. She had something very important to tell her.

The guards said that they hadn't seen Lady Olya in the last twenty-four hours. Frustrated, she decided to go to meet Emma. She knew that it was impossible for her to meet Emma, so the best option would be to trace her room. Naomi could trace, but her powers were very limited. She couldn't trace long distances. But this she could cover. However, she knew that this was a high risk. What if Emma complained to Lord Lazarus and he might think it to be an act of spying.

Nothing was working and precious time was slipping. Suddenly she got an idea.

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Olya was in Emma's room talking about her upcoming birthday. "What are your plans for the birthday?" Emma asked with a grin. "Because if you don't have, I have grand ones!"

Olya laughed. "I have no plans but Lord Magnus said that he had a few." A pale blush crept on her cheeks.

"Oh, that's interesting!" Emma chirped. "Any chance that we will be involved?"

Olya's blush deepened. "I don't know..."

Emma tipped her head back and laughed. Olya was so innocent. "It's okay. We will get involved even if you don't want us," she teased.

Olya bit her bottom lip, not happy but also not unhappy.

"They say that you smell your mate when you turn eighteen?" Emma said. "What if you smell your mate, Olya?"

Olya tensed. "I don't think I could accept my mate." Her eyes flooded with tears instantly. "I love Lord Magnus too much to accept my mate. Moreover, mates are very rare in Lore."

Emma rubbed Olya's upper arm. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

She shook her head. "I just can't think of anyone else, Emma. Lord Magnus is etched beneath my skin since the first day I saw him. I gravitate to him like the moon to the earth, like sun to earth. I love him so much that I forget to breathe sometimes."

"Oh, Olya!" Emma said and hugged her. "I love Lord Lazarus the same way." All at once, she jumped back. "It is time!"

Olya frowned. "Time for what?"

"Time for him to feed from me!" Emma rose to her feet and rushed to Lord Lazarus's room. He was not in there but he came two seconds later, tracing right behind her.

"Were you looking for a vampire?" he asked as he curled his hands around her waist.

"I was looking for a particular vampire," she smiled and gathered her hair to one side to entice him.

Lazarus's control slipped. He grazed his neck with his fangs and licked over her mark. She pushed her body in his and he moaned. He picked her up and the next instant, he pierced her flesh. She stifled her scream as pleasure hit her seconds later.

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Olya stared at the door where Emma went and couldn't help but feel that it would be the same between her and Magnus. The idea sent delightful shivers down her body. A loud knock on the door pounded, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Lady Olya?" the guard said. When Olya opened the door, he said, "Lady Naomi wants to see you. She has slipped and twisted her ankle. She is in a lot of pain and feels like she even got a fever. She has sent the message that she wanted to meet you."

Olya blinked her eyes as if to understand what just happened. She had been avoiding Naomi from a day. "Where is she?"

"She is in her room," the guard informed.

Worry stabbed her heart. Olya rushed to Naomi's room. In the corridor towards her room, she met Anton.

"Olya?" he said, his brows furrowed. "You look pale. Anything wrong?"

Olya stopped to bow to him. "My sister is unwell!"

"I see," he said. "You can take her to the healer."

"I will!" she said and bowed to him and hurried away.

Anton watched her leaving. He wanted to offer her to trace her to Naomi's room, but he was too busy. He wanted to find Gladys and ask her about Maeve. And Lazarus had kept Gladys someplace top secret.

When Olya reached Naomi's room, she found her on the bed, whining in pain. "Naomi!"

"Olya!" Naomi called her with outstretched hands. "You are finally here to see your miserable sister."

Olya rushed into her arms. "I heard about your fever," she said with worry all over her face. It was rare for a vampire to get a fever and if they did it meant that they were rotting. Her gaze went to her ankle. It was wrapped in bandages. "And you twisted your ankle!"

"Yes!" Naomi cried. "Am I dying?"

"Oh hush!" Olya chided. "While coming here I called the healer."

"Why? It is nothing big. I took charge. See?" Naomi pointed at her bandages, afraid that if the healer came, her lie would come out.

Olya touched her forehead. "You don't look like you have a fever, Naomi," she said.

Naomi grabbed her hand. "I have something very urgent to tell you!" Her gaze darted between her eyes.

Olya froze in her place. "What?"

Naomi patted the place beside her. "Sit." Finally Olya was caught in her web. She was going to do everything to handle her.