Lazarus POV
One way or another, Luanne will agree to my terms. I will be stern with her. I go to the extra bedroom she is staying in for the night. I do not want her here any longer. I need her to accept the terms and go.
I knock on the door. I hear Luanne talking. Who in the hell is she talking to in there? I wait a moment. I knock again. Luanne finally comes to the door.
“Well, well, well, did she send you to reason with me?” she asks.
I roll my eyes at her in disgust.
“Look, Luanne, I have a proposition for you that would benefit us both,” I say.
She looks intrigued. She raises her eyebrows. “Hmmm, does little miss queen know you are here?” she asks.
“No. I would like to keep it that way. So may I come in?” I ask her.
“Sure, this is your house. Remember, I do not have one a
