Summer clasped her hands together and looked innocent. “Would I do a thing like that?”
She stuck her lip out. “You don’t love me? Cruel, Merlin!”
He grinned. Yep, that’s me. Merlin, the cruel, evil sorcerer.
“Indeed!” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Truly, it wasn’t me. You thrash too much in your sleep for my taste.”
I believe you. You normally would have done something to give yourself away by now, he teased before raising an eyebrow. Wait, when have you seen me sleep?
“I haven’t. Your restlessness is legendary,” she assures him. “Many knights complain of it.”
Merlin rolled his eyes doubtfully. Please, it’s not THAT bad. Besides, what are they complaining about? It’s not like we sleep close enough on hunts for me to hit or roll into them.
“Leaf crackle. Also something about snoring?” She wrinkled her nose again. “I want to go hunting.”