“What are you so tense about?” Summer said finally, turning to Mordred. “You aren’t paying any attention to me. There’s no one out here but us.” She put her hand over his on the hilt, then leaned her head on his shoulder.He turns his attention back to her, jumping when her hand brushed against his. “Sorry, it’s just my paranoia gnawing at me,” he tells her with the smallest of smiles. “I am alright.”
“Even here?” she asks sorrowfully. “Why should you be paranoid here?” One hand sweeps at the expanse of softly lapping waves before them, the beach caught between the cliff and the water. “We’re safe. Let it go.”