“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.
“I‘m glad,” he says, resting his head against her shoulder. “I live to please and serve.”
“Do you never want anything for yourself?” She sat up a little, wanting to see his face when he answered. Not that she wouldn’t know what he was feeling anyway, but seeing it made it more vivid.