She couldn’t bear to let go of him. The fear caused by Lord Argent and Sir Kit’s sudden appearance went deep in her bones, and she couldn’t rid herself of the thought that this was all just a dream, that she would wake to the dusty morning sunlight sifting in the cottage’s sole window as a serf. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered, when they got to his home. “Please don’t leave me.”
But apparently her fear went deeper than he’d originally presumed, and he allowed his steps to slow so that he could envelop her in his arms, absently chewing on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for scaring you, Summer. It wasn’t my intention…” But he was relieved that Sir Kit had remained oblivious to Summer’s presence there, which enabled him to fight for her without fearing that she would be spotted. Or so he hoped. “I’ll never leave you, I promise.”
She burrowed into his arms for a moment, feeling a little safer there, head tucked under his chin. She held him tightly, eyes shut, and then leaned back, pulling his head down and kissing him fiercely. Whatever happened tomorrow, she decided, she would have this night. This knight.