His arms fell away, but something he’d said caught her attention. “People like you? Mordred, knights aren’t hated … “
Mordred shook his head, tonguing his cheek. “No, they’re not,” he tells her, tossing up between telling her and keeping his mouth shut, “but people with magic are.”
At that, her eyes snapped back to his face, huge with shock. Nearly soundlessly, she breathed, “You too?”