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”And why should you get one?”
“Oh, so?” Summer darts around the other side of his table, putting it between them. “And if you catch me, then what?”
Mordred places his hands on the table, leaning over it. “I haven’t figured it out yet,” he tells her, leaping over the table.
She shrieks, laughing through it, and backs up to the wall, staying just out of reach. “Perhaps I’ll catch you, then,” she teases, sliding sideways.