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.”
Isaac exhaled a deep sigh and buried his face in his hands, appearing to be quite exasperated with her answer. “Yet again, who is here but you and I? And that doesn’t matter to me — I happen to like you, Summer.”
“I don’t wish you to think it’s because you rescued me from Sir Kit,” Summer mumbled.