Merlyn's Magic
“'Okay, everyone, we may as well call it a night.' Mark was buttoning his shirt as he joined them. 'Can he do that?' he frowned. 'Can he just cut a scene like that?' 'Yes,' Christopher spat out. 'Anything he doesn't like goes.' Merlyn swallowed hard, still huddled beneath the protective cloak of Rand's jacket. 'You mean I don't have to—have to go through this again?' Her teeth were chattering, but with reaction, not the cold.
The only way she had got through that scene even once was by pretending Mark was Rand, her mortification when she realised how well she had succeeded in doing that such that she wanted to crawl away into a corner and die. But Rand's presence meant she had to face exactly what she had done. He had stood and watched as she made love with another man!
'Hey,' Mark taunted. 'Don't sound so eager to scrap it. As Christopher said, you were enjoying it well enough a few minutes ago!' 'Shut up, Hillier,' Christopher told him caustically as Merlyn gasped her humiliation.
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