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“Kiss?” Mordred’s eyes widened, while heat was flaming in his face, “Forgive me, my lady, but we barely know each other. Why would you want me to kiss you?”
Was it possible that this woman tried to tease him?
She shook her head. “I’m a stranger here. And there is no one I know … no one would be willing.” Summer made a face, slightly disgusted and self-deprecating. “Well, look at me.”“What shall be wrong with your appearance, if I may ask?” Mordred frowned, letting his blue eyes wander shortly over her good-looking figure. He was not certain why she was putting on such a pejorative expression.
“Too short, too skinny, mouth too wide, hair too red, eyes too small, brows too low,” she rattled off, like blows taken so often she didn’t feel them any more, simply cringed under them.