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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.”
“They don’t want me,” she whispers. “They just want an obedient girl doll they can dress up and manipulate and control, and that isn’t me. Sometimes I think I never knew who I really was until I met you. And now you don’t want me either.”
Mordred shook his head, walking towards her and cupping her face between his hands. “No, Summer, I never said that, only the gods know how much I love you,” he whispers, “and stupidly I told Edward too.”
She wraps her hands around his wrists, clinging. “I’m just a bargaining chip to him, a thing he can use to buy what he wants. I don’t care what he says. Don’t leave me here.”