“Thank you, cariad,” she said, a bit absently. She flexed her fingers again and offered him the other arm. “Do the other one, please?” Now that the moment was almost on her, she felt a little shaky. “I hope I don’t lose my temper,” she murmured.
Mordred did up the other one on request, grabbing her hand and kissing it. “You are allowed to lose your temper, Summer, it is common.”
She sighed. “If I lose my temper, I might actually try to kill him.” A brief flicker of fire lifted off one finger, and she tipped her head at Mordred. “He’s only my brother. Even if he is a boor.”