Part 27:
link Saturday comes and Gwen leaves a pouting Arthur at his flat, promising to meet him and Merlin at the pub by one.
“Or two,” she hedges. “Ish. I don’t know how long we’ll be. Freya is beginning to get a little anxious about her trip.”
“Gee, don’t know what
that’s like,” Arthur rolls his eyes.
Gwen punches him on the shoulder, gives him a thorough kiss that has him clutching at her sundress, and waves goodbye at him as she flounces out the door, blowing a kiss to Iggy on...
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