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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 takes his hand, nerves spiking. She swallows down sudden nausea. “Why is that?”
”So Arthur will actually know I am not bullshitting.”
She can’t contain the spluttered laughter. “Why in the world would he think that?”