Deacon’s POV
There it was again, that bright smile that seemingly reached the sky, those sparkling eyes like stars, and that joyful laugh that could liven up even the crying clouds.
I was breathing heavily as I walked toward Elena, who had herself carelessly slammed on the ground, back leaning on a post log with one leg stretched out while the other bent with her elbow leaning on it as she drank water from the bottle so carelessly that some water spilled to her face. It seemed intentional, though, as if she was trying to refresh herself from that long, exhausting battle.
“How many did you kill?” she asked excitedly and so casually, as if it were not Rogues we were talking about.
Pride rose in my heart. It seemed like it was just a piece of cake for her.
Caressing her cheek after I’ve
