She laughed a little. “I won’t break, Mordred. You can hold me harder than that.”
”Fine,” he mutters, laughing softly, proceeding to hold her tighter. “That better?”
“Very much so.” Summer shivered slightly. She quite liked being hugged like this; someone’s strong arms at her back, keeping her safe. She didn’t know why. It was the same with her step-brother. Well, almost the same — she didn’t want to kiss Edward. She wanted to kiss Mordred again.