"That's ridiculous. He hates her. Both of them can't stand each other," Megan said, waving a hand like she was swatting away a dumb rumor.
Phoebe tilted her head. "I know, but—"
"You wouldn't even notice," Megan cut in, turning to her. "You and Keith are always off playing soulmates. But seriously, there's no way Craig Lesnar would be into Merlina. He doesn't even go for girls like her."
Merlina, curled up at the edge of the bed, blinked at the ceiling like she hadn't heard a thing. Her spine straightened just slightly.
Girls like her?
She tried not to react, but her shoulders tensed up without her noticing.
"Girls like her?" Phoebe echoed, raising a brow.
"You know what I mean," Megan continued. "He's all into that polished, icy energy. Adriana types. Girls who make you feel like you need a platinum card just to talk to them."
Merlina lowered her eyes and forced a smile that didn't land. Why was this even a conversation?
