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“No, I’m not actually.”
Her face softened. Taking his hands, she pulled him over to a chair and pushed, so she could look him in the eyes properly. “Mordred. Darling. Listen to me. I’m made this way, to judge too quickly, to care too much too fast. You have learned to be wary, and that’s fine.”
“Perhaps far too wary,” he tells her before he shrugs. “Doesn’t matter now, does it?”
“Is that not what I said? It doesn’t matter at all.” She kisses his hands, then puts them around her waist. “Stop fretting, Mordred.”