Merlin and Nimue seemed unaware of anyone or anything else in the world other than each other. Their lips parted a fraction of an inch, long enough to come up for air, then joined again, but more passionately if possible, and with a sense of urgency.
“Margot," I whispered, taking her hand, but she didn't respond, being enrapt in what I thought was turning into the beginning of foreplay between wizards. “Margot," I repeated a little louder. “Let's give them some privacy. We should go for a walk." I tugged on her hand, but she resisted.
Margot gave me a wide-eyed, high-browed, incredulous stare. “Wait," she whispered, turning her attention back on the two lovers who were now making me feel like a voyeur.
“Would you want an audience when we're in bed?"
Turning back to me, she began, “Of c
