“Josh.” She had come, just like he knew she would. He waited, knowing somehow that this was all a dream but still wanting to take what he could. Serena Mitchell was trouble and unattainable, but in his dreams she was everything.
Speculation on how the inevitable conversation/confrontation could go. “I am not my father.” The words burst out of Arthur, angry, full of betrayal and grief and fear. “I know you’re not.” Merlin’s reply is quiet, thrumming with the underlying confidence and faith and trust that has always been there, even when the words are prat, […]