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Mordred grunts, his eyes fluttering open after a few seconds and he smiles. “Good morning” he mutters, moving into a sitting position “you didn’t have to.”
Summer turns her attention inward for a quick moment. “Winter is asleep, and Mihangel is with her anyway. I would not intrude on them.”
”Then of course you may come in,” he says, ushering her in with a wave of his hand, “take a seat.”
She laughs and pulls him inside, shutting the door and leaning against it. She doesn’t want to think about Edward, or what kind of disaster the evening is likely to be, so instead she teases, “Now I think you are my prisoner, Sir Knight, at least until the nightmeal. How will you win your freedom?”