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”No, Summer I need to go to training.”
“Then what is it?” she snaps, exasperated. “Whatever it is, you are staying put until it passes.”
Mordred huffs. “Fine.”
“Don’t make that noise at me.” She comes to the side of the bed and smooths his curls back, checking his fever again. “How you could possibly think you were fit for training today … “