Saron walked toward Amber Skye, a twisted smile spreading across his face.
Watching the figure she thought was "Mason Raymond" get closer, doubt flickered in Amber's eyes.
This Mason Raymond looked different somehow from the one she remembered.
"Stop right there, damn it!" I yelled when I saw what was happening.
Saron ignored me completely and strolled up to Amber, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
Amber's face went bright red, like a ripe apple.
Saron lifted her chin with one finger and grinned. "Hey there, sweetheart. You got the hots for me?"
Amber turned red all the way to her ears, stuttering without getting a single word out.
"Saron! You better cut that shit out!" I snapped, losing my patience.
Saron kept ignoring me, running his fingers along Amber's face. "Tonight, be a good girl and wait for me in your room."
Amber's mouth fell open, her face glowing like a sunset.
Facing this version of "Mason Raymond," she looked completely lost.
