“Oh no,” Summer said, against his skin. She shook her head. “I’m not strong or powerful. I’m just a girl, trying to find a place of safety in the world.” Bolder, she kissed a fingertip again, and licked lightly at it, tracing a pointless pattern down the flesh.
“I meant beautiful,” he tells her with a small laugh. “Girls can be strong and powerful, despite what you might want to believe.”
Letting go Mordred’s hands, she stepped in to his space, wrapping her arms about his waist this time. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She settled her ear against his chest, listening to the heartbeat there, and smiled.