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“Kiss?” Mordred’s eyes widened, while heat was flaming in his face, “Forgive me, my lady, but we barely know each other. Why would you want me to kiss you?”
Was it possible that this woman tried to tease him?
Summer huffed. “I’m under an enchantment, I have to ask until someone is willing.”
Now Mordred observed her with slight wariness. An enchantment? “But certainly you have someone who would be more than willing to do what you ask…? Are you sure you’re not trying to pull my leg?” he answered, crossing his arms before his chest, raising an eyebrow.
She shook her head. “I’m a stranger here. And there is no one I know … no one would be willing.” Summer made a face, slightly disgusted and self-deprecating. “Well, look at me.”