He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.
“The spell — ” Summer closed her eyes, hands stilling. “It didn’t take this time. But another time … and if they get to you?” She wanted to say to him why it didn’t matter if they ever got to him or not — all they had to do was bend her enough, control her enough, and she would do the rest herself, with her own magic.“I don’t know. Away. From you. I don’t know.”
Arthur looked at Summer confused, “No one will get to me, I can understand if you want to leave. I don’t want you to, your friends will be very upset with you gone. We could take you to Gaius, get you someone to talk to, get help.” He spoke softly, wondering if she was being controlled by some magic with the way she kept talking about the spell.
She slumped against the wall. “You don’t understand, do you? Someone tried to put a spell on me, to make me desperately in love with you. Only it didn’t work because I’m already in love with you. Someone is trying to use me to change your future. I /have/ to leave.”