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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
“Not far,” she murmurs, head cocked. “Someone’s coming.” She nudges the horse forward a step, then two, and listens again. Whomever it is, they’re moving fairly fast. “Someone I know.”
Mordred falls silent, listening intently for a moment but he could hear and feel nothing. “Who?”
Another long pause, before she answers, “It’s Edward. And he’s … there’s something wrong.” Summer closes her eyes, then kicks her horse into a gallop and tears down the road, braid and cloak streaming behind her.