“Wh-I — I’m sorry,” she blurted, scrambling away, accidentally putting one hand in the coals of their fire and drawing it back with a small yelp. “I’m sorry, I didn’t — I shouldn’t have — ” She stumbled to a stop and clenched her shoulders, waiting to be struck. “You’re just so — “
Isaac’s eyes widened comically and his jaw dropped, bewilderment and disappointment flickering across his face as she practically threw her body back from his, as if she couldn’t create enough of a distance between them. “Stop, Summer, before you hurt yourself. And do you hear me complaining? I enjoyed that.”
She locked her hands together, avoiding his gaze. “I — you — ” She gulped and forced the words out. “You are a knight, and I am a serf. It’s not my place.”