No judgement, no anger?

Lazarus pov

I take a deep breath to ignore Than’s frantic state. I get it, sometimes even I’m scared of Sarah, let alone my mom, but we need to establish some rules in this household.

There’s no way we can walk around and claim we are men of this house if we hide and cover away every time mom or Sarah get angry.

“You deal with mom and I will deal with Sarah,” I mutter to Than.

His eyes widen as he shakes his head, visibly at the end of his rope. I groan and roll my eyes at his state. “You’re a centuries old demon and you’re telling me that you can’t deal with a temper tantrum of a mother?” I raise an eyebrow, as if challenging him to tell me just that.

Than gulps, seemingly things for a moment and starts vigorously nodding his head. Well, fuck me, this won’t work if we can’t figure out one course of action.

“Again, you deal with mom and I’ll deal with Sarah. There’s no way any of us will get out of this mess if we can’t separate them. Mom and Sarah will keep on hyping each other