Summer stared at her phone — at those two texts — for what felt like ages but was more like a second or two, before she shook it into her shoulder bag and took off down the street. ‘You failed again,’ cried the little voice, the voice she hated with all her heart, in the back of her mind. Fiercely she told it to shut up and ran harder.<\/p>\n
He’d cut a vein? What the hell? He’d been happy; Mordred was back from his tour and they were deeply in love; they were going to move in together; usually he would talk to her about these things before they got out of hand — as clearly something had. Hair tangled in her eyelashes and she shoved it impatiently out of the way, fumbling her keys off her hip and taking the stairs two at a time.<\/p>\n
“Mordred? Merlin?” Summer yelled down the hall, stopping herself short just barely before crashing into Merlin’s flat’s door.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer stared at her phone — at those two texts — for what felt like ages but was more like a second or two, before she shook it into her shoulder bag and took off down the street. ‘You failed again,’ cried the little voice, the voice she hated with all her heart, in the … Continue reading <\/span>